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  THE GODSON

  BY E.L BETH

  CHAPTER 1

  “Where are you?” Natasha Bronte asked her father. “Dad, what’s going on? I can’t understand you?” Twenty three year old Natasha was really concerned for her father. He was not making sense, she was at work and was finding it hard to hear him. “Go to Isaiah…” “Isaiah? What?” “Write down the address…” Natasha not knowing what else to do took down the address and that was the last she heard from her father. That was a good three weeks ago. Natasha didn’t understand why her father wanted her to meet up with Isaiah. He was her father’s godson and a real pain in the ass. She was really young when Isaiah came into their lives. He was an off the street type of guy, bad boy with everything going wrong in his life. He was older than Natasha and her father gave him so much of his time that she resented him. She made it very hard for Isaiah to live with them. She did everything in her power to make him miserable, make his life a living hell. Her father was not happy with how things worked out. Isaiah would have been nineteen at the time and Natasha was only 10. She made sure she carried on as much as she could, she wanted him out. How dare he get her daddy’s attention. Her father Christopher Bronte was for her alone. Caroline, her mother made sure that Natasha understood that Isaiah was the bad guy. He only wanted her father’s money… He needed to leave. Unsure what Caroline said to her husband, but it was enough to send Isaiah away for good. Now… Now her dad wanted her to call him up? What for? Why would she do that? There was definitely no love lost between them. She didn’t care for Isaiah and he would feel the same. It had been years since she last saw him. At first Natasha was not fussed about her father’s phone call. It wasn’t until weeks had passed that she had not heard from her dad that became a little worried. She called her father and his phone was switched off. Firstly, his phone was never switched off, and secondly, he had not been home in a few weeks also, yep, time to be worried. It became somewhat alarming after the third week, her father would call her every day or second day the most when he was away on his business trips. She was beginning to think that something was definitely amiss. Her father owned an empire of hotels across the world. He was a very successful business man. She didn’t think he would be in any real trouble, but she would go and pay Isaiah a visit. She wasn’t looking forward to this visit, but her father must have his reasons. She was her own boss and didn’t need to explain herself. Told her staff she would be going away for a while, no time limit, but she would keep in touch. She had her first in command Joney take over her job until she returned. The hotel was in good hands. She ran the Hotel in the city’s centre. Their best hotel to date. The Bronte… Yep, the name had a flow about it. Isaiah lived far, very far, at least a few hour’s drive. Why the hell didn’t her father just give her his number? Swear, sometimes that man didn’t think. Natasha filled her car up with gas and started her long journey. Three hours on and she was finally there… Only it wasn’t a house, it was a goddamn factory, in the middle of nowhere. Was this the place? Swear her father was going to get an earful from her when she spoke to him again. Natasha looked at the GPS to make sure she had entered the right address… Yep, this was it. She regretted not changing into something a little more comfortable. Her heels were not meant to be worn on this sort of terrain. Wanting to get this over and done with, Natasha made her way out of the car and walked towards the huge doors to the factory. They were opened, like garage doors. She heard noise inside and thought how very scary this was. So many what if scenarios began to play in her mind. Still, for her father, she would do this. So she walked on. “Hello!” She called out once she reached the entry “Hello.” A greased up man left what he was doing and walked over to her wiping his hands on a dirty rag as he approached her. “Who are you?” Rude… “I’m here to see Isaiah. Is he here?” “Isaiah? Who are you?” “I need to speak to him.” “Do you have an appointment?” “What? No… This is personal.” How dare he question her? Did he not know who she was? “Personal?” “Okay, where is he?” Never had to ever explain herself to anybody, Natasha felt angry suddenly. How the hell dare he! A man who looked like he came from the gutter was going to question her? Yeah, not in this lifetime, not in any lifetime. “I suggest you tone it down. He’s in a very important meeting. You should come back later.” “I will do no such thing.” With that Natasha walked passed this man and looked around the factory. Looked like some illegal shit went on here. Natasha found a group of men outside, looked a little tense, but well, she didn’t have all day. She walked outside and the minute the men spotted her, all guns were out. Natasha was going to faint. She had no idea what on earth just happened. “The fuck? Is this some sort of game?” One man asked. “Who the fuck are you?” Isaiah… By god he was good looking. How did she never notice before? His dark eyes boring into hers. “Put your weapons down men, it’s probably somebody who is lost.” He said walking over to her. “No Isaiah, I’m not lost… It’s me.” Isaiah looked at her curiously. He didn’t recognise her. Funny. “You? Sorry lady, don’t recall ever meeting you.” Was he serious? “Oh my god, it’s me…” She moved her hands up and down her body for him to have a proper look. “She’s here for fun Isaiah…” One of the men said laughing. How very vile. Natasha glared at the foul mouthed man. “Don’t you dare think of me in your dirty mind.” She said appalled by his comment. “Wow, she bites…” Isaiah shook his head at his friend’s comment. “I don’t have time for this. What is it you want?” Isaiah was clearly over the situation. He was speaking to her, close enough for him to get a proper look at her. “I need to talk to you.” “Honey, I am in the middle of something. Do I know you? Did we date? I think I’d remember. Did we have a one nighter? I’m sorry, I don’t do relationships… Save us all the trouble and go home.” Okay, he was now openly insulting her. Like she would ever degrade herself to be with the likes of him. She was Natasha Bronte… She gave him a smile. “I would still rather we spoke. So hurry along with whatever illegal thing you are doing. I don’t have all day.” Isaiah rubbed his earlobe with his thumb and forefinger. Natasha just got a flashback of him doing that when he lived with them. He would not know how to reply to her mother when she would accuse him of stealing and god knows what. Isaiah turned away totally dismissing her. Fine. She walked back inside and told the greased up man to fetch her a bottle of water. He looked at her like she had spoken in another language. Not bothering on repeating herself, Natasha found the little fridge and opened it. She found a few bottles of water and other things. She didn’t want to know what the hell was in there. She drank her water slowly and waited patiently for Isaiah to finish his meeting. The asshole took another hour before he made his way inside. Natasha watched as the other men left the compound. Only when they had left did Isaiah walk over to her. “You still here?” He asked by passing her. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed himself a beer. “I’m over here.” She said hating how easily he was dismissing her. “Yeah? I didn’t know that.” Jerk. Swear he needed to be whipped or something. “I have to talk to you.” “So ask me nicely.” What? She looked into his dark eyes and frowned. “Are you serious?” “Very.” He was leaning back against a table as he eyed her out. Sexy was an understatement. Not her type sexy, but very good looking guy. Hard jaw, unshaven… His lips full, he wore a goatee and looked so very hot. A simple tee-shirt, loose jeans, yep… For whoever liked the bad boy look, this guy had it going… Tattoos all over his arms… Yep… Not for her, but she could see the appeal. “You have something you want to tell me?” He asked waking her up from her trance. Oh… “Yes… My father, he asked me to contact you.” “Your father? Am I supposed to know you or him?” “Really?” “I don’t know who you are lady.” Natasha squinted her eyes at him. Was he playing? “You don’t who I am? Me?” She pointed to her chest. “Lo
ok, I’m sorry you are offended, but I don’t know you. If we fucked then it was just that. Nothing more to it.” “You think I’m one of your girlfriends?” She laughed. “Really? You would think I would ever, ever be with somebody like you Isaiah?” “How the fuck do you know my name?” His eyes went almost completely black at this point. Natasha licked her lips to keep from smiling. Idiot, always was and always would be. “I know your name Isaiah…” She made sure to repeat his name. “I know it because you are my father’s godson.” “Tasha?” He didn’t look like he believed her. She nodded her head and let him get his fill of her. Damn straight she was Natasha. “Yes, you finally guessed it. It’s Natasha to you.” She was mocking him. She could see he was no longer easy going with how he stood now. “What do you want?” “Me? Personally I don’t want a single thing from you, but my father… Well he called me up and told me to get into contact with you… That’s how I knew where you’d be.” “What?” “I just explained it.” Really he was slow. “He said what?” “Okay, I’ll repeat it one more time…” And so she did. She spoke slowly, deliberately so, maybe he was a special needs type of fellow. “When?” He didn’t seem fazed by her mockery. “Three weeks ago.” “Three weeks ago? And you came now?” “I… I didn’t think much of it.” “Right… Had better things to do?” He seemed worried. “Why? What’s going on?” Natasha was beginning to worry now for real. Her father… “Is he okay?” “No he’s not fucking okay. No he’s not okay… Fuck!” That was the last thing Natasha thought would happen. “Well, why would he send me here? I should call the police.” Natasha grabbed her phone out of her bag and came to dial for help, only thing was Isaiah grabbed the phone off her and switched it off before he pocketed it. “No phones, no calling anybody.” He was different suddenly. “How dare you.” She didn’t like this at all. “Hand it over.” She said demanding he do as she says. He totally ignored her and went outside to her car. He somehow managed to unlock the car and opened the hood of the car where he then proceeded to dismantle the motor. Not knowing what the hell he was hoping to achieve she hurried to her very expensive car and shoved him away hard. “Get inside.” He said walking back into the factory. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She yelled angrily. “How dare you? I will have you arrested for this.” Isaiah was paying her no heed. He left her by her car. She was furious. Not knowing what else to do, Natasha walked back inside and glared at the man who had just screwed up her car. “I want my phone.” She demanded angrily. “Is there anything else boss?” The greased up an asked interrupting her. “No Ray, you can go.” “Okay…” “I want to leave. My father was an idiot to send me here. A bloody idiot.” She was so angry. “Fix my car. I want to leave.” “Sit down Tasha.” Tasha? He used to call her that when she was little. Tasha the brat. “My name is Natasha.” “Whatever the fuck your name is, sit down.” “Care to inform me what’s going on?” “No.” “What is this all about?” She was going to lose her mind. “You need to stop talking while I figure some things out. I need quiet.” *** Isaiah was about to lose his head. Christopher was in some serious trouble. This was the last thing he needed in his life right now. But he owned Chris his life, he would do whatever he needed to do for him. Natasha, his job was to protect Natasha until Chris made contact with him. To keep her far away from the world. He needed her safe and that was all he ever asked of Isaiah. Chris had set him up for life, made sure Isaiah never needed for anything, did not tell his wife or his over indulged spoilt daughter that he had kept in contact with him. Chris and Isaiah’s father were best friends, and when his father Malcom asked Chris to be Isaiah’s god father, he agreed instantly. His father died of a car crash and Chris took him in. He was fifteen at the time. Lived with the Bronte’s for four years before he was asked to leave. Caroline didn’t like him, didn’t like the relationship he had with Chris. That other pest, Natasha, she was just a good for nothing spoilt brat who made his life a living hell. Out of respect to Chris, Isaiah never complained, never whined, he was grateful to have somewhere to be. His father had raised him on his own, never took a dollar off Chris, no matter how much he offered. He was happy to live in his little caravan. It was shelter and it was his home. Isaiah lived there proudly. It was always clean and it his father always made sure he had a cooked meal. Isaiah never dished his father out, he loved him and loved how he looked after him. So needless to say when his father passed, he was devastated. Chris was his hero. Even after he was told to leave, he set him up with a house, gave him a head start in life, made sure his bank account lasted him for a long time. As soon as Isaiah managed to get his shit together, he repaid Chris whatever he owed him money wise. He sold the house and gave the money to him also. “Son, that is your gift from me. I don’t want it.” “I know, and I am grateful to you. But… I got it covered.” “I don’t want you to take the wrong path… I am here to help you.” Yeah, he knew that was the case, he also knew that his wife would kill his life if she knew he was helping him. “I am forever in your debt Chris… Just name it… I will never forget what you did for me.” It wasn’t until a few years later that Chris literally begged Isaiah if he ever sent Natasha to him, to protect her with his life. He explained that sometimes with success comes enemies and if there ever came a time where he needed him to protect her that’s all he asked. He didn’t want a single thing in return. Just to look after his daughter. “You have my word.” He gave an oath that day, and he meant it with every fibre in his body that he would fulfil his debt to Chris. The only man alive who sought to help him when he was so down in the dumps. He never ever turned his back on him, not since his father died. Yes it was done in secret, but nevertheless, he was there. “Hello… Hello, I’m right here. I need to know what the hell is going on? I have commitments at work. I have things to do and places to be.” Natasha’s voice woke him up. He looked at the vision before him and shook his head. She was stunning. Light brown hair, eyes so blue that they looked almost cartoon like, coloured in. She was breathtaking. She looked like she had never worked a day in her life. Not really worked as in gotten her hands dirty or anything. She was the sole heiress to the Bronte empire, she never needed to lift a finger. “Okay…” He would explain the situation to her and maybe, just maybe she would just go with it, work with him on this. “Okay, talk.” She was one bossy little woman. He squinted his eyes at her, hating how she always spoke down to him. “Your father is dealing with a few things… He sent you here, so I can look out for you until he returns.” “What?” She looked very confused. “Natasha, stay with me… Listen...” He repeated the information. “Stay with you? For how long?” “I just told you, until your father is back home and gives me the okay to have you go home.” “This is absurd.” She said shaking her head. “Absurd or not, you are to stay with me until we get word from Chris.” “That is not going to happen. I can hire my own body guards thank you very much. Fix my car so I can be on my way.” Oh he hated how she ordered him around. “No can do.” “I’m serious Isaiah…” “So am I. You are not going anywhere… Unless it’s with me.” “You? You? Out of all the people in the world he chose you?” Here it comes. He hated how she always assumed to be better than him, even at the age of ten. A brat at the best of times. “Yes me. So, I suggest we work this out. Work together and make our time together go as smoothly as possible.” “In your dreams.” She bit back angrily. Isaiah shook his head at her way of thinking. She was thinking he was going to have his way with her, that he wanted to fuck her… Not in this lifetime. She was a repellent to him, he hated everything about this woman, no matter how much she looked like a supermodel, he would never lower himself to touch her. She repulsed him, her attitude, her way of thinking made her beauty ugly to him. “Don’t worry yourself over it. I am merely just keeping an eye on you, making sure you are okay… That no harm comes to you as long as you are with me.” “As I said before, I can hire the best body guards in the world.” “I know you can… And I am sure they would be happy to do it. But your father put you in my care. I will ke
ep my word and keep you safe.” “I am not staying with you. Where? Where can I sleep? Is there a hotel nearby?” He wanted to laugh. A hotel? Not where he was going to take her. “Yes, we’ll be on the road as soon as I finish some things off.” “Well hurry up, I’m tired and hungry.” Great. She was tired and hungry. She would be making her own bed and cooking for herself. But he was not about to tell her that, not just yet, keep her quiet for as long as he could. Fuck his life! Isaiah called up Ray and in code told him to stock up the cottage. It was literally out in the middle of nowhere, any sign of civilisation was a good fifty minute drive away. It was for the best that they lie low for a while. “Did you tell anybody where you were going?” He asked her as he grabbed whatever he needed. “No. I’m the boss, I don’t need to tell anybody anything.” Of course she was. “Friends? Boyfriend?” She looked a little taken back by his question. “No. I just left from work.” Okay then. Isaiah finished off and locked the factory up before he drove his ute up to the front of the factory for Natasha to get in. “Oh no… Nope, no.” She shook her head. “No way in hell am I going to get into that. Fix my car, we can take that.” He wanted to kill her. “I need your car to stay here.” “I’m not getting in that.” She was really trying his patience. This bitch was pissing him off. “The sooner you get in the car, the sooner we can get to the hotel.” Hotel his ass. “For heaven’s sake. Swear my father needs to die for this.” She mumbled to herself as she made her way into the big ute. She had heels on that looked like it would be a bitch to get into ute in. Oh well… Princess needed to do what princess needed to do. “How long?” She asked as they took off. “I need my phone. I need to call work and tell…” “No phone, no calling anybody.” He would just get her used to the idea from the get go. “I need to…” “Tasha, nothing, is that important to risk your life. No phone.” “My name is Natasha.” She snapped. “Whatever.” He mumbled really over her. So bloody gorgeous on the outside, but so bloody ugly on the inside. She didn’t stop complaining the entire drive. Isaiah was trying so very hard to block her out. “So do tell, Isaiah Hamilton, what is it you were doing with the men back at the factory?” “Nothing to concern yourself with.” “Looked illegal.” “Did it?” “Yep. The police would be interested to know what you are up to. You had a criminal record right? For stealing… Was it my mother’s diamond earrings?” Oh the bitch got him where it hurt. Caroline framed him. He would never forget how helpless he felt. And this bitch told the police that she saw him pocket them. “Yeah.” He replied not wanting her to know how it still affected him. “How long were you in the slammer for?” Ignore her Isaiah, ignore the little brat. Nothing changed. “I want the penthouse. Call and make sure it is available. I want the food to be there on arrival. I’m hungry and need to have a masseur after dinner.” “It’s all arranged.” He lied. “How? You didn’t call anybody. I didn’t hear you ask for anything.” “You can ask for whatever you need when we get there. I’m sure they will be on it immediately when they see who you are.” Isaiah fed her ego just to get on with it. She was pissing him off. “How long?” “About another ten.” He continued to answer her questions just to shut her up. Only thing was this bitch never shut up. Not for a second. She was so used to being the one who demanded and ordered things and having them done for her instantly. Finally they arrived. He drove onto the tracks that led to the cottage. Up on hill, a nice little cottage that was away from everybody and everything. He didn’t envy himself for what was to come. “What the hell is this?” She asked when he parked the ute. “This is your temporary home.” Isaiah made his way out of the car and went to unlock the door. It was dark now and the sooner they made themselves comfortable the better. “You said hotel.” “No, you said hotel, I agreed with you to shut you up. Now, be a dear and get inside. It gets very dangerous to be outside this time of the night…” That got her inside quickly. She looked around as though appalled. He was upset, he built this place with his own two hands. Made it his… A getaway from the world when things seemed too much to handle. It was clean, it was cosy, it was a very nice place. She wanted a six star hotel? Too bad for her. Everything here was top of the range, he spared no expense. It was his love. Isaiah began to work the fire place, he needed to get the place warm. “You can freshen up in there.” He pointed to the bathroom. It was a studio type cottage. Split level, the bed on the top level, as was a huge sitting area, then the bottom level was a very state of the art kitchen, another sitting area by the fire place. All cosy and very well thought out. When Isaiah built this place he had comfort and peace in mind. He wanted it to flow nicely. He loved his place, it meant a lot to him. “And what on earth do you suppose I wear?” And there she goes. “Look, I’ll have your clothes sorted tomorrow. You can throw on one of my tops for tonight.” “What? Oh my god. I am in hell…” “Just one night Natasha. We don’t have a choice.” “And food? I’m starving… Do you get that?” He nodded his head trying so desperately to keep his cool. “I’ll have something prepared. It will be ready as soon as you finish your shower.” She did not look happy at all. In fact she looked ready to throw an absolute tantrum. “It better be.” She mumbled as she stormed off to the shower. For fuck’s sake… He wanted to get his gun and kill himself… Just to get rid of her… Fuck she was a bloody head doer. He prayed to god that Chris was okay, that it was a false alarm. He had no way of finding Chris, nor helping him. Instructions were very clear. Take Natasha and keep out of sight. Chris was dying, he didn’t let anybody know, not just yet, his intentions were to get his will sorted with no interference. He didn’t want his ex-wife Caroline to know anything he was doing. Apparently Caroline had a really strong influence on Natasha and would take the money from the inheritance off her one way or another. Chris didn’t want that to happen. Caroline had fucked him up big time with the divorce, he wasn’t about to let her get a dime after he passed away. Isaiah had no idea how this was going to work or how Chris was going to make it so Caroline didn’t touch the money, but he was a smart man, Isaiah didn’t doubt he could do it for a second. Dinner was an absolute ordeal. She didn’t like the food, didn’t like the plates, was not going to drink without a straw. She was killing him. He tried to reason with her as best as she could. “It’s just for a little while. I’m sorry, but here you are safe.” He prayed that Chris would recover quickly and sort this will shit out soon. “Here? You didn’t think of anywhere better? And do not think for one second that you will be sharing the bed with me…” There was a king size bed, that was it… He nodded his head in agreement. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I’ll take the couch.” “The couch is still in the same room.” What the fuck did she want him to do? Sleep outside? “Yes. I never thought I’d bring anybody here.” “Did you change the sheets?” He was going to throttle her. “Yes.” “I need my pillow… I can’t sleep without it.” “You are going to have to try. I’ll try and get onto it tomorrow. For now, you just have to make do with what we got.” Natasha literally rolled her eyes at his comment. Oh he had to count to ten. It was just the beginning and he was ready to kill her himself. He slept like the dead, he didn’t care how she slept, if she was comfortable or not. He was that exhausted he slept the minute his head hit the pillow. “Isaiah… Isaiah!” Fuck! Isaiah opened his eyes and found her standing there. He looked down at her long tanned legs before he looked up at her. “Yeah?” “The bed’s too hard.” Isaiah looked at the time and cringed. It was three in the morning. “Okay, what would you like me to do about it?” “I can’t sleep.” “Would you like to sleep on the couch? I am more than happy to sleep on the bed.” “I am not sleeping on the couch.” Again, she sounded so appalled by the mere notion of it. Heaven forbid she ever sleep on the couch. “How can I help you?” Keep calm Isaiah. “I am not doing this… I can’t live like this.” And that’s how the rest of the night went. He had to listen to her go on and on about how absurd this was. How he didn’t think it through. He wanted to gag her just so he could sleep. Lucky she tired herself out after a good two hours later and man
aged to fall asleep. Isaiah was so tempted to grab the pillow and suffocate her. He was so exhausted the following day. Natasha was not a happy trouper in the morning. “It’s cold. The fire place is doing nothing.” She was the whiniest bitch alive. “I’ll put the heat up.” He said before he headed to the bathroom. Fuck his life! “I need clothes.” She started on him the minute he walked out. “Do you get I’m cold? I’m freezing.” “Put a blanket on you.” He said hurrying to turn the heat up. He was in hell. “I’m hungry.” “Okay, see what there is for you to eat while I sort this out.” “What?” “Go and see what you want to eat.” “You want me to make myself food?” Isaiah turned to look at her. She was downright disgusted by the notion of making her own food. Nice… Nice… Very fucking nice. He was in fucking hell…