Your Savage Son-in-law Is Back!

2.

Chapter Two:

 A car drove past with blinding speed, catching Dominic’s attention. He stood up to watch where it was headed. A protest was ongoing.

The car drove stopped besides the open place where the protesters were. 

 “Pay your workers, Allen Group! Pay your workers!” the protesters raised placards. It was a peaceful protest, no one attacked any one.

 Until, the driver of the car stepped out and there was a cold air in the environment. It was a master Allen, leader of the Allen group.

The protesters didn’t speak under his intense glare.

“Arrest them! Beat them up!” master Allen commanded and the officers dived at the protesters and began attacking them.

Dominic hid behind a bill board watching this. The situation turned to a fight and more policemen were called.

Dominic left the scene before it escalated. “The Allen group keep on making enemies for themselves.” He mumbled under his breath.

He had to do what he can to rise back to the top. It was unfair. He couldn’t keep living like this. 

Thankfully, he secured a job at a local diner under the name Sylvain Savage, a nickname from his old friends.

Since he awoke, his body hadn’t recovered from malnourishment and muscle atrophy. His once vibrant blue eyes were a shade of blue.

His long hair had been cut to a punk and lost it’s bounciness. His muscular stature had become a bony structure with flesh at some parts. 

 From a vibrant young man to a disheveled lean poor nothing. How’d it get to this? 

 He only handled part of the company so why did the company fall with him? Why did his family get disoriented after his coma? 

 Why did his in-laws do that to him? He needed answers and fast. Perhaps he’d need to see Brielle, maybe she wouldn’t have given up on him and he’d get to see his boys.

“Mr. Sylvain! Could you please help me here?” a coworker called out to him from the kitchen.

 “I am coming, Mary.” He responded and ran into the kitchen. He’d remain low-key till he’d find trusted alliances. 

 He had exhausted all his money on finding Lucas and his new family. If he had his cousin, then he’d be encouraged to take on many steps.

 He needed to find their old butler too, surely not all of the Thales group wealth was gone. And his mother’s inheritance he was entitled too?

 His mother came from the legendary Duncan family. He had no wealth from there? Surely they’d be something to hold unto.

Returning home from the diner by evening, Dominic noticed cars speeding past him. 

They were black and looked like convoys, only they weren’t following any car. They seemed to be searching for something, someone.

 “Can I have bread, please?” Dominic said to the baker, pointing at the bread he intended to buy.

 He turned to the cars perambulating then leaned towards the baker, “Did something happen?” 

 The baker looked up at the cars and shrugged. “It happened again. The Allen twins. Stubborn boys. They must have ran away again.”

Dominic raised a brow. Allen twins? Did Brielle’s elder brother finally get married and have children? A lot had really happened.

He turned again to the cars and saw tiredness on the faces of the drivers. They weren’t making much effort to find the children.

 “Last time, they were nearly kidnapped by a man claiming to be their father who claimed to be their father.” The baker continued.

A smirk came to Dominic’s lips. Brielle’s brother might not be the actual father to the kids then or why else will someone try to claim then. 

 He faced the baker, took his bread and dropped a dollar note. “Well, they won’t be lost for good.”

 Rich children could be really stubborn, he’d know. He wished to find a way to contact Brielle but those drivers looked uncooperative.

 Deep down, he didn’t want to face his wife or his in-laws in his current state of owning nothing.

Alley dogs barked angrily at him as he walked down to an incomplete building he called home.

 “Hey there!” a hoarse voice called him out. He fastened his steps, knowing who it was but the person’s steps quickened, as well.

 A kick went to his back, making him fall face down. He swiftly placed his newly purchased bread under him and coiled himself.

 “Oh, that’s how you want to play, right?” the man grinned before kicking him repeatedly. 

 Dominic pressed his lips together, enduring all the treatment if it meant to have something to eat for dinner and breakfast.

“Nothings like you shouldn’t have been born!” the man barked while hitting him. Dominic smiled painfully in his heart.

When he was born, there had been a feast and many wished they were him, a small helpless baby born to a billionaire family, Thales, and son of Lady Diana of the legendary Duncan family.

There was no ‘nothing’ attached to his person, the only ‘nothing’ was, ‘he lacked nothing’.

The man soon tired out and left him alone. Dominic stayed there sprawled on the ground, having no strength to move.

 If he stayed long enough, he could sleep past dinner and just have the bread for breakfast and lunch tomorrow. Or the alley dogs would have it.

 His eyes closed, tired of seeing the miserable world. When they opened again, he saw the miserable walls of the incomplete apartment. 

 He summoned the strength to sit up from the soft bed he laid on, he had to buy a soft bed or else he wouldn’t sleep.

“How did I get back home?” he walked around the house. “There’s no way that bully would have brought me home out of pity.” 

A box of pizza, laying on his table, caught his attention. He hurried towards it and tore it open. It was filled.

 Surely, a good Samaritan had brought him home and left him something to survive starvation.

 Finally feeling hope in his situation, Dominic decided to meet with Brielle with or without a wonderful status.

She married him because she loved him, that’s what she said at the hospital. If she was truthful, then she’d accept him and help him get the Thales group up and striving.