Chapter 5:The Black Rose

Alastair Erix

February 2023-07

Dear Flake, my love

Do you remember that you love black flowers a lot, my love, but you never see them because they are rare? and I always asked, Why do you like black flowers the most? I wonder.

You really have already forgotten about me, but I never forget about you, even for a second, an hour, or a day,and I will never forget about you.

Getting up from a bed is the most simple thing. I don't know how people who can't get out of bed make it hard. When you have nothing to achieve in the world, you love sleeping, but when there is something more beautiful, how can someone dream more?I know you must be thinking about being more beautiful for another woman, but I only know that more beautiful is only darkness, and you, my flake, are a queen. You can't only symbolize with shitty words; you are my godness, and no one in this world can honor you with simple words.

You know why I say beauty is only in darkness. When in darkness, people cry for my mercy. I love the most beautiful part of living.I know you must think I am a monster, because I am,flake.

No one can change the facts.

Standing inside my mansion, I felt like the only villain in this world. making my way through my study room. When I hear the voice of one of the maids say, "Sir, there is a bouquet for you", which I ignore, and I opened my study room, where I found a black rose bouquet on my desk.

I couldn't understand who sent me this because no one knows except you that I also love black flowers because of you. When I saw the bouquet, there was a black letter in it in front of it written in small words for Alastair Erix, and when I opened it, I found inside there was black paper and gold ink written there.

Do you know how your mother died? died or was killed.

Your father will be in hell soon.

I was shocked by the letter. My eyes were widening. Who the hell can kill my mother? Even though I don't recall her, I'm curious about her. How can someone kill her? My dad told me my mother was the softest girl; he didn't tell anyone about her. That means Mom doesn't have any enemies. then how?

flashback

10 years ago

2013 August 14

It was always dark. I felt nothing new; my entire body was the same, and I felt many more bounds. My father again beated me, I think, like last time he beated me to my death. because he thinks the whole problem starts with me. but I felt so many strings connected to me.

When I came to my senses, I started moving my hands. I felt like there were so many people when I again inquired dryly, "Can someone talk to me?"

A strange voice slowly says, "Can you hear me?"

I spoke slowly and responded, "Yes, I can."

An unknown voice instructed me calmly, "Try to open your eyes. You are alright."

My eyes were still closed when I answered calmly, "There is nothing to check in my eyes. I am blind."

The doctor added, trying to make me understand, "No, you are not blind; You have eyes. Try to open your eyes."

I tried to open my eyes, and I suddenly saw so much light that it was priceless. The world is so beautiful. My flake, told me the same: the beauty of this world is priceless. I saw hope in the light, which was so beautiful and pleasing.

I was in a big blue hospital room; there were so many windows on my left side. and at least 15–16 people were standing. I think they must be doctors and nurses.

when I questioned him cautiously, "How can it be possible that I was blind? Who donated their eyes to me?"

The doctor gently answered my query, "No, you were never blind; you were in a coma for the past 6 months, and your father is waiting for you to get up and meet him; I will send him in inside."

Everyone is exiting my room. when a nurse came into my sight and stated that she was pulling out all the strings that are connected to my body.

A few minutes later, I heard a knock with the voice of a middle-aged man: May I come in?"

and I replied, using a neutral tone, "Yes, you can."

When two middlemen came, one was wearing an elegant black suit. From seeing him, I thought he must be a bodyguard, but why did these men save me by looking at another man? He must be his boss. He was wearing a gray suit with a white shirt. He is the perfect example of being classy and rich. but one thing was missing. when I heard his trustworthy voice with a rich accent, "How are you, my son?"

I responded quietly, "I am not your son; you are mistaking me for someone else."

He claimed with a stern voice, "Okay, if I am mistaking you for someone else, tell me your story, then I will tell you mine."

I interrupt coldly, "How much do I remember that my father is not you?"

He commented with a sedate voice, "Anything else you remember, I think it's because you were in a coma; that's why you forget that I am your father. its normal"

I observed him and asked him, "Why are you looking at the IV when I'm sitting here?"

He put it into words and said, shutterly, "Oh, sorry, I thought you were sitting there."

When the bodyguar intrudes on "Jr. Erix, Sir is blind; he can't see. Please try to understand that you are his son. Make him comfortable."

I announce,using a reverent tone, "This means you are the person who gave me your eyes. Why are you helping me? I am not your son; my father is Lucas Sirus. I am his son, Ethan Sirus."

He mentions, using a sanguine tone, "No, son, you are my son, Alastair Erix Knights. You are never blind; I didn't give you eyes. My eyes are damaged due to the mafia fighting, and let's talk from the start: how about this, or do you take rest? We will talk later."

I plead for compassion. "Mafia, you are mafia. Please call my father, Lucas Sirus. I want to go back home."

He gently answered with a trustworthy tone, "Son, you are my son, and if you are thinking about Lucas Sirus, I will say to my body guards to find him, and also his information that you are not his son, and also his DNA reports, and also mine, and if you want more evidence after you discharge, see by yourself our house,your pictures,your friends, and everything yourself."

When he was in front of me, he ordered the body guard to "Find the men and all information."

And then the bodyguard whispered, "Yes, sir, give me 30 minutes," and he excused himself.

I knew in this room it was only me and the middle-aged men sitting when he added seriously, "Son, it's my turn to tell you a story about us because the doctor told me that you must have lost your memory; it's so common when someone is in a coma."

I was seriously confused about how he could be my father and talk to me so patiently when my real father never talks to me and always berates me. I just mumble, "Yes, please."

He ordered sternly, "First, learn a few principles, as you will be the next mafia king of this country."

One minute first, I am not his son. How can he say, I will next be a mafia member?

when he again claims falsely, "My name is James Erix Knights. We are mafias. Knights is your surname, and Erix is your mother's name. My wife, Erix Knights, your mother, died after giving birth to you. If I have family, I will trust someone. I also died that day, but I promise your mother that I will always protect you and be with you at the end of my last breath. I must say your mother was a strong lady. Despite not being from the mafia, she still loved me priceless without even seeing who I am. I never told this world that I have a wife because I never want her to be hurt because of mafia shits, which is why I take her away from mafia. And you, my son, are just like her, so gentle and honest."

present day

I was interrupted by the underboss.

"Sir, we can't find who sent this because he was wearing a black suit, but whom he sent with was a kid, and we took the kid; he uttered calmly, "That someone gave him money to put it in front of our mansion."

I said with a cold tone, "Eye on the kid again, he will send next time with the kid, and also how careless you all are, so someone put bouquet it in front of our mansion, you didn't pay attention, ""find the fucking asshole or I will kill you all, because he tried to play with the devil, he will die with my own hands. understand or I need to repeat it and also have more protection for dad."

He responded, "Yes, sir."

I am the fucking devil, and everyone is afraid of me. How can someone be my enemy?I felt so irresistible. Who the hell sent me this bouquet? I myself need to Find the fucking men, or I will kill someone without mercy.

After an hour of completing my other business daily report meetings,

my phone rang. I saw it was a call from Dad asking me if I could join him for dinner or not.

Flake, You love black flowers because, as you said, darkness has its own beauty. and it's not about a particular flower I love, but everything in this world is for loving, and everyone is starving for love. Loving black is giving me hope that I can give everyone that starving love that they are finding.

Flake, my love, next life, you and me only

good night

CIA POV

Damn, I really want that Gia read this from the perspective of someone who loves sleeping at least. She will get some kind of motivation after reading this: If you have dreams, you don't sleep like a dead person. But reading Alastair Erix, I am just in so much love with him because he is such a mystic man. But what will his whole story be? Is he his son or not? I am confused. Damn, this book is more like a book of math with so many problems.