Falling For The Biker - Chapter 81: Chapter 81

Arthur's POV
The blood drained from not just Dad's face, but Mum's as well. I've always taken all my father threw at me, for one reason and one reason only: my passion.
He had hands in every aspect that could pull me down in an instant. My father went so far to ensure his hands were in top places, solely for this purpose. It was funny considering he wasn't ready to do all that to get me the career I wanted, but he was more than ready to pull me down.
My grandfather used so much effort to guide me, help me get to the top. With him, I was the livest, contented, but then he died from a heart disease that had lingered.
His death broke me, but I knew I could not give up. He not only brought me up when my parents were too busy to take care of the child they brought to this world, but he broke his back to uplift me.
And my father?
He wanted to ruin it all. A few times with grandfather I had to bend to my father to not worry him, but with him gone, it became worse. He heightened his advances to see me go down.
Maybe before it was subtle, then it grew wide. Because of passion, hard work and grandfather, I took it all. Now, not anymore. “Ar...” Mum paused, glanced at her husband and turned to me. “Arthur, you don't mean that,” she smiled nervously.
“I mean every word,” I resounded.
“You are drunk,” she said.
“Do I look drunk to you, Mother?” I asked, my gaze firm on her.
She glanced at her husband, who seemed not to have recovered from my words. She took steps towards me, then tried to take my hand, but I pulled away before she could.
“You've worked for years to get to where you are. You can't just give it all up,” she said.
I chuckled. One would think she was saying this for my own good, but she was only saying it so her husband could have more hold on me. So they could push me.
“Yet, he threatens me with it,” I told her.
“He is only saying that for your own good,” she said, looking over her shoulder at her husband. She grabbed my arm. “Just listen to your father,” she pleaded.
“And when have you ever listened to me?” I asked with all the calm I could muster, then it broke.
“When? I only have to listen to you all the time! I have to bend. I have to do what YOU WANT, so I get what I want. Not once was I heard!” I took her hand off me. “Anytime I see you two, you are demanding something from me,”
“We are trying to make amends,” she said, still trying to hold me.
“Isn't that laughable, Mother?” I asked. Make amends this way? In what world?
Maybe for some weird reason it might have worked years ago, but certainly not now. I turned to my father. “You want to take all I've worked for? Take it, but do not ever show your face in front of me again,” I said.
He smirked, one that I was familiar with. It's funny how he looked so much like me with it on. It almost makes me disgusted with myself. “All for that girl,” he said.
I scoffed. “You think it's because of Sierra? Fine. It won't have gotten to this if you two stayed home. I take all you throw at me without much resistance, but you crossed a line. SIERRA IS THAT FUCKING LINE!” I said, barely keeping my emotions in check.
“You stay away from me. Take my accomplishments, but you will not touch Sierra or else,” I said and walked back to the counter, grabbing my bottle of whiskey. “You can leave now,” I told them.
They reluctantly grabbed their things and left the house. Once the door slammed shut behind them, I pinched the bridge of my nose, filling my glass once again. I threw it to the back of throat, slamming the cup down on the counter.
I rubbed my temples with my eyes closed. “Arthur?” I heard Sierra beside me.
I turned to her, glancing at the door. Did she hear all that? “I've served the dishes, Mr. Floyd,” Sarah said, bringing my attention to her.
“Go home,” I ordered. “You are not to return unless I demand it or it is your scheduled day. If you wish to work for my parents, you can.”
She bowed. “I apologize, Mr. Floyd,” she said, grabbed her bag and walked out.
I breathed out, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Let's eat,” I told Sierra, forcing a smile.
I wouldn't have needed to if those two didn't ruin my mood. Sierra nodded as we moved to the dining room. Just as Sarah said, she had plated the meals.
I pulled out a chair for Sierra and she took a seat. Sitting across from her, we ate in silence. I could feel her gaze on me, but I could not address it. I needed a few more moments to ward off my parents' irritation.
“You will not give up on your passion for me,” she said, making me pause eating halfway.
“I'm not giving up,” I said.
“But you'll let him ruin it all,” she said, making me look at her.
“It's for the best,”
I can't let him hurt Sierra. I could take it. A few withdrawals could ruin me, but I'll take it. “It's not. You've worked for more than ten years, Arthur. How could you let it go down the drain all for me? You aren't even sure...” she paused, then sighed. “You aren't sure if I'll stay with you. I'm not worth all that.”
I stared at her for a moment. I knew that, but it didn't matter. I placed my hand over hers. “You are worth it. So long as they don't hurt you anymore, I'll take the fall,” I told her, meaning every word I uttered.
Before she could speak, my phone dinged, notifying me of a message. Then there was another and another. It came in nonstop. It drowned out when Rod's name flashed on the screen.
This wasn't going to be good.