Elijah Carter's POV.

I get on top of my brother and punch him some more.

All I can see is red.

All of a sudden, I go flying onto my back as Jerome starts throwing punches back and we start to fight.

We wrestle each other as he shouts at me to calm down.

"Stop!" Adeline yells, trying to drag us apart, but I barely hear her.

The audacity of this dickhead to come back here!

He is alive in the first place?!

He's been MIA for the past 15 years and now he wants to come back?!

What the fucking hell?!

I am almost about to punch his mouth again, when I feel myself being pushed off of my brother with so much force, that I fall on my back.

"Hey!" A voice yells.

My heart stops.

I look up to see a boy, about 15 or 16, crouching over Jerome.

^^ Alfonzo Carter.

Even in crouched position, I can see that the boy is tall for his age...

"Are you ok?" The boy asks him, pulling Jerome up.

"Yeah Alfonzo, I'm good" Jerome says tiredly.

I look at Adeline and her jaw is dropped. 

She stares at the boy in complete shock.

The boy doesn't even notice, as he turns to me, eyes blazing.

"And who the fuck is this?!" He yells.

He steps towards me, ready to fight and I almost snort.

I could snap the boy in half easily.

"Hey, that's enough!" Jerome snaps and the boy freezes, looking embarrassed.

Jerome stands up and walks to the boy.

"Alfonzo, meet your uncle. Elijah" Jerome says, as if I did just attempt to beat him to shit.

Uncle... That means that the boy must be...

"Who's the chick?" Alfonzo asks, side-eyeing Adeline.

"My little sister" Jerome sighs.

Alfonzo nods and turns back to Jerome.

"Grandpa came to get me and says that I can go visit you this weekend!" The boy says excitedly.

Grandpa?

He must mean our dad.

Jerome chuckles.

"Alfonzo, pack all your stuff, you're moving in with me" Jerome tells him.

Alfonzo gasps.

"Wait, are you serious?" Alfonzo asks, face lighting up.

Jerome nods with a grin.

"Yeah, kid. I got the paperwork sorted. You can move in with me now." Jerome says.

The kid wastes no time running out of the room.

Jerome turns to me and offered me his arm.

I ignore it and stand up, still dazed.

"You have a son?" I ask him.

Jerome nods.

"You have some explaining to do" Ade mutters.

She looks so stunned.

                        ***

"So dad kicked you out all those years ago, because of Alfonzo?!" Adeline asks completely baffled.

We are in the park, waiting outside of a boarding school, for Alfonzo to finish packing up.

Jerome nods.

"Yeah, he told you I was dead, but I've been alive this whole time..." Jerome starts, but I cut him off.

"Where, the fuck were you?!" I fume.

"Why didn't you let us know you were ok?! Or that you had a son?! Why the hell did you get battered by Amos so badly and why the fuck did he accuse you of stealing!?" I ask all at once.

Jerome sighs.

"It all started, all those years ago" Jerome says.
                          ***

Jerome Carter's POV

*Jerome's flashback*

Elijah drags a screaming and kicking Adeline out of the office, before my dad can lay another slap on her.

Her screams cut through my heart completely.

There are two men, holding me up, on my knees, both my father's men.

One of them is bald, Thomas, I think his name is, and the other is called Josef. He has a full head of hair and a beard.

Complete opposites.

It would be funny, if my life wasn't on the line.

"Tell me why you did it?" Amos asks.

"I had to help her... Dad, I can't just leave her and our..." I start before I'm cut off by my father, who yells.

"Bastard! You stole money from me over a bastard!" He yells.

I feel anger bubble inside of me as he insults what is mine.

He paces around the room.

"Jerome, I don't even know whether I should kill you or not! You are 20! You ain't ready for a kid!" My father yells.

I wince at his tone.

Now, I'm in trouble...

He wouldn't be caught dead using slang...

My blood runs cold.

"What would happen, if the Cartel leaders found out?! Huh! You're 20, how would you know what to do with a kid? What happens if you get caught by one of the Santiagos?!" He breathes.

The Santiago are the scariest gang alive.

The money I took by chance happens to be from a loan that they gave to us, years ago, that my dad is apparently still trying to pay back.

I- I didn't even know...

My father hates them for some reason, that he never talks about...

Ever.

My dad kneels in front of me, the distance between our faces small.

"I need you to get out of here and stay on a low." He tells me.
His voice is dangerously low.

"I'll supply you with everything you need, when I find you, but nobody can know that you are still alive, nobody!" He presses.

I nod quickly, before he can change his mind.

"What about my son?" I ask.

My girlfriend is heavily pregnant. We're having a boy.

He needs me!

"He will be dealt with, now go!" He says.

I don't think twice.

I get out of the house, not saying goodbye to my brother or Adeline, and knowing that I wouldn't even be able to see my mother again.

I run and I run and I run, until I can't even run anymore.

My lungs burn, from the lack of air and my legs are like jelly in my shoes.

I promise myself that I'll be able to come back from this.

The image of my newborn son flashes through my mind.

I imagine him looking like his mother, with his big brown eyes and coiled hair, but having my smile and my nose.

I start to feel extremely dizzy from the running and to make matters worse, it starts to rain.

I try to walk further, but I end up collapsing into the ground, my clothes are drenched in rain and mud and my eyes feel too heavy, to keep open.

Then everything goes black.

My stupid ass just fainted.

To cut it short, I wake in none other but the Santiago household, but instead of killing me, Alejandro trains me, to fight and live like him and Ricardo.

I learn to look after my kid, who's mother ends up being a deadbeat and running off with someone richer.

But I'm not allowed to be with him too long.

My father will find out, who I'm with and then hunt me down for sure...

But, as usual, he found out anyway. Instead of killing me, he leaves me to worse fate and moves my son away from me.

From place to place, until today, making adoption impossible.

But not anymore.

He is my son and he will be treated as such...

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