The Two Lives Of Aaron Wade: The Gamer And The Heir 64 Angry

I was in the ballroom of Wade manor dancing the waltz with a sleeping Ron on my shoulder. Nanny Florence and the rest stood watch completely silent while soft cla.s.sical music played in the background. I hated it, but this was the only thing that could put Ron to sleep and at the moment it was helping me focus. After we got back from our meeting with the Cartels, I took a bath while my bloodied clothes were gotten rid off, it wouldn't do for there to be any evidence that ties the new CEO of imperium industries to murder, that's just bad for business.

After my bath, I just threw on a blue dress s.h.i.+rt that for some reason was just the same as the previous one I wore, with dragon motifs on it. Except of course this was blue and the other was white. My emotions were allover the place and the only way I could see to calm myself was to dance with my son. He fell asleep midway through it, but having him close calmed me down and gave me the clarity I needed. I had come to several conclusions and the first one being; that my father was an a.s.shole, a slimy greedy, f.u.c.king coward of an a.s.shole.

I had half a mind to go find him and put a bullet in his head, but that wouldn't solve anything. I've learnt a lot from the messages and instructions my grandfather left behind, and I know that above all the Wade family has to remain united. But my father had too much guts, way too much. And even though he really wasn't on the in's with the dark side of the family, it would be stupid for him not to know about the rules that govern this family.

Yet he didn't care and neither was he afraid of any sort of retribution. Something or someone somewhere was giving him the confidence to f.u.c.k with me and my life, and quite frankly I didn't like it. I needed to find a way to deal with my father, he was rapidly becoming a threat, and I fear that he might force me to commit a sin that I might not be able to walk away from. I wouldn't be the first son to kill his father, but that didn't make it any less bad, I needed to put him in his place.

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But all these brooding wouldn't get me anywhere, I still had the fate of the world and the very real threat of a literal galaxy war/worlds war on my hands. I had to go to work tomorrow, but at the very least I should be able to get a few hours of game play out of the way. It's gotten a little exhausting being Aaron Wade, I guess it's time for Seven to take the helm.

"Take Him."

I said to one of the maids as I handed Ron over to her. I walked over and gave Nanny Florence a hug before making my way up to my bedroom. I hot into my immersion pod and logged in for lost descendants online, my vision went dark for a moment before I opened my eyes staring at the brightly lit ceiling of my captain's cabin. I guess the s.h.i.+p has become my resp.a.w.n point.

{All withheld exposed points has been released. You have reached level 38}

Name: Aaren Seven/ Level: 38(15%)/ Cla.s.s: Ventus Draconis Vindex

Race: Dragon Kin Tribrid(Dragon/High Elf/Human)

t.i.tle: Thrill Seeker/ One With The Wind/ Bronze Blood Commander/ Limit Breaker

Faction: Elemental Dragon Race/The Coven Of Angeles

Reputation: <>

Strength: 151/ Const.i.tution: 146/ Agility: 155/ Dexterity: 155/ Intelligence: 151/ Wisdom:146

Hp 1586 /1586(equip bonus +) MP 1770/1770(equip bonus +)

Stat points:81 Skill points:122

Skills: <>

Friends: <>

I was stacked, that much I could admit. However the fact that I was disqualified from the trials and even failed my first mission left a bad taste in my mouth. However this more than proves that this world was not predictable, that in one way or another it was subject to threads of fate and the winds of change. You can't always get what you want and sometimes things don't go the way you expect them to.

I got up from my bed and looked to the left, Sky was sleeping there, she looked a lot smaller than she was previously, probably a side effect from dying when I did. I needed to be more careful from now on, and now that my schedule seemed to be a little cleared up, I could focus on doing things my way. I still had to get those nereids home, and that should keep me busy but also give me enough time to properly navigate and understand lost descendants online.

*Brrrrrrrrr!*

The communicator around my wrist vibrated and the face of the elven prime minister appeared. She didn't look happy, but giving that I've had to deal with quite a few s.h.i.+t recently, I didn't care and I was not in the mood to stroke her ego.

"You failed your mission!"

"Obviously." I answered back with a dull voice.

"You don't seem remorseful about your failure, do you think I can't punish you?"

"by all means do so, I don't care. However before you go on spouting c.r.a.p I don't give a shot about, I would have to ask you to reorganize your f.u.c.king organization, because it's either you have a mole within your ranks, or your ability to gather information sucks. Those sea elves knew we were coming, and they prepared for it.

I'm making any excuse for my failure, that was sloppy and reckless on my part. But I a.s.sure you, it won't happen again. However from now on, please make sure the information you give me is f.u.c.king fool proof so that the lives of me and my crew are not put in any unexpected and unnecessary danger. Because believe me when I tell you this, if anything happens to them because of a mistake on your part, I'm going to burn your f.u.c.king Coven to the ground and hand you and all it's leaders with your intestines around your neck from the top of my s.h.i.+p's f.u.c.king mast!"

I get the feeling that I might have taken it a bit too far, but I was angry enough as it is. And I really didn't want to deal with an sort of s.h.i.+t. Lerriandelei on the other hand had an amused grin on her face, I didn't get what her deal was, but I wouldn't be smiling if I was in her shoes, I meant every single word I just said.

"I'll be in touch Seven." And then the screen of the communicator went blank, signaling the end of the conversation. And then it dawned on me that while I meant every word I just said, I didn't have the power to back those words up.

"f.u.c.k!"