Chapter three

“How dare the both you treat our young master this way?”

Those words ring like a bell in the ears of Gonzalez as he stares at the man walking elegantly towards him.

“Our sincere apologies Mr. Davies,” the security men respond.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” Mr. Davies responds as he nods his head towards Gonzalez.

The security guards bow their heads slowly. “We apologize for the inconvenience, young master.”

Their attitude and actions towards him are overwhelming.

No one had ever treated Gonzalez like he had value in society and now, out of nowhere, he is being addressed as Young master by people he knows nothing about.

“What are you guys talking about? Stop bowing down to me!” Gonzalez declares.

His reaction seems to amuse Mr. Davies and the security guards.

“You seem to have no knowledge of what is going on here, Mr. Gonzalez.”

“How do you know my name?” Gonzalez asks Mr. Davies.

He chuckles softly. “You should get some rest Master. You must have been stressed out from your inappropriate journey.”

“I’d like to go home and never return here,” Gonzalez responds.

Gonzalez turns around wand walks away slowly. He is not stopped by the security guards or Mr. Davies.

He stops just a few meters away from them, the environment around him looking surreal.

“Where am I?” he asks, facing Mr. Davies once more.

The security guards have returned to their duty posts, leaving him and Mr. Davies alone.

“This is the Bartholomew Mansion. Your home,” Mr. Davies responds.

“Okay I think I really need to rest my head. Maybe we can talk about this tomorrow. I’m sure this is some sort of weird dream,” Gonzalez replies.

Mr. Davies chuckles. “Funny just like your father. Come, let me show you to  your bedroom.”

Gonzalez is baffled by his statement. “You knew my father?” 

“Mr. Gonzalez Bartholomew. I believe you should go rest for the night, we’ll talk better tomorrow morning,” Mr. Davies informs him.

He gestures for Gonzalez to follow him and he leads him to a grand bedroom twice the size of that which he and Natasha share.

“I’ll allow you settle in for the night. You have questions and I promise to give you answers in the morning. Rest well my young master,” Mr. Davies declares before leaving the bedroom.

Taking a look around the bedroom, Gonzalez finds photos of him when he was much younger. 

It is strange and makes him uncomfortable. Unable to stand the pictures before him, he walks out the bedroom quietly.

He strolls around the mansion, taking in the sights and it still feels like a dream to him.

Arriving at the living room, Gonzales stands before a giant portrait of a man and woman holding hands, with a boy who looks just like him in their middle.

He takes a step back. “Where am I?”

“I believe I have already told you that,” Mr. Davies responds as he appears into the living room from the balcony.

“Jeez! You startled me,” Gonzalez responds, his hand on his chest.

“I apologize for that young master. But it seems you won’t be able to rest well tonight without getting answers to your questions,” Mr. Davies points out.

Gonzalez nods his head in approval.

“Who are you? Where am I? And why does that little boy in the pictures I’ve been seeing look like me?” Gonzalez asks.

“My name as you must already know., Is Mr. Davies. I am your family butler. I worked for your father and mother before the tragedy,” Mr. Davies responds.

“And why should I believe you?” Gonzalez asks.

“Because you, Mr. Gonzalez Bartholomew are the only surviving soul left of the Bartholomew lineage and I promised your parents I would protect you with my life.”

Mr. Davies words don’t seem to convince Gonzalez yet.

“The boy in the photos doesn’t look like you. It is you,” Mr. Davies adds.

“If the boy in those photos truly is me, and I’m the son of a Bartholomew, how come you never came to search me while I was little. And if my family is as big as you claim, why does no one tall about them?” Gonzalez inquires.

“Inquisitive, just like your father. The Williams family, your foster parents asked the court for the rights to take care of you,” Mr. Davies responds.

“You know the Williams? They knew my parents?” The words make their way out of Gonzalez’s mouth as he stares at Mr. Davies in shock.

“Of course. Mr. and Mrs. Williams didn’t just know your parents, they were your parents must trusted followers. Your father would never do anything without letting them in on it.” Mr. Davies responds.

“What do you mean by followers?” Gonzalez asks.

He expects his questions to annoy Mr. Davies but they don’t.

“Your family were the heart of business in this city Mr. Gonzalez, many wanted to be like them and as such, they became followers. A group of business oriented families working under the Bartholomew family,” Mr. Davies responds.

“So what happened. How did I end up with the Williams?” Gonzalez questions.

Mr. Davies takes a deep breath.

“On your fourth birthday Mr. Gonzales, your family was assassinated. I was able to get you out alive but after that, being the one family your father loved, the Williams like I told you before asked that they take care of you,” he responds.

The sudden revelation by Mr. Davies is a lot for Gonzalez to take in. 

“The Williams family believed that having you under their custody would grant them access to your inheritance but that only granted a tip of the iceberg,” Mr. Davies adds.

“So you mean to tell me that I am rich, and this mansion and the numerous cars and everything I’ve seen in it belong to me?” Gonzales asks.

“Yes, they do.  All this and more my dear young master,” Mr. Davies smiles.

Gonzalez sighs. “Why tell me all this now? What do you want me to do?”

There’s a smile on Mr. Davies face. “That is very simple young master. I want you to come back and claim what rightfully belongs to you.”