Roots

*Jake POV*

I grab the man closest to me and aim the sharp portrait directly at his jugular. They just revealed their identity to me and now this!

If it’s my day to die, I am taking Tom with me.

Len puts his hands in his pockets with a huge grin on his face. My heart is now racing, I want to wipe that smug with my fist.

“Easy, Son. That’s your godfather.”

What the hell? A godfather aughts to have taken care of me when I became an orphan. They must think I am an idiot.

Len must have read my mind because he continues. “Well, I am too, so is Joe, but he was more of a parenting type than the two of us.”

The mention of Bra Joe takes me by surprise when it aught not. He is another mystery I have been struggling to understand for a long time. Now that I know that ARF really exists, it make sense that he was one.

“You better start telling me everything I want to know because I will push this through his neck,” I threaten pressing the sharp portrait on Tom’s neck.

This man actually laughs a