Chapter 9

"John?" Danny said, turning to look at his friend. "I'm so thankful for what you're doing for me."

"It's okay. Just pray that everything's going to be okay." John said, taking a quick glance into the rear-view mirror. "Bailey?" he added, trying to contact his boss.

"Yes, John?"

"I can't see you. Where are you?"

"Don't worry. We parked the van two blocks away. Are you there already?"

"Yes." John told him and parked the car in front of the factory building.

"Please be careful, John." Sam threw in.

"I always am. You know that, Sam." He answered smiling and checked for his weapon before he turned to Danny. "Everything okay?"

"I guess." Danny looked at John concerning.

"Good. Don't say anything unless it's really necessary. We have no idea what he's planning. Agreed?"

"Yes." Danny nodded.

"Then let's go." John climbed out of his car and both of them headed to the other side of the street to enter the factory. "We're going in now, Bailey."

Bailey, Sam and George were sitting in an FBI van two blocks away, following their movements on a small screen.

They carefully entered the empty factory, walking through the darkness until they came into a big hall but they barely could see anything. "What time did he tell you to meet him?"

"Around seven." Danny said, looking through the darkness.

"Okay, then he should be here any minute." John told him, taking a quick glance at his watch.

"I am here." They heard a voice from behind and John recognized it as his father's. "And oh, what a surprise. What an honour to please us with your presence, John. Actually I thought this little get-together was just for an invited audience."

"As you can see, I invited myself." John replied shrugging, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Is that so? Well…" O'Doyle's eyes wandered over to Danny before they settled on John again. "We'll see if this was a mistake or not."

"Yes, we'll see about that." John whispered to himself.

"I'm a little disappointed, you know? I thought we'd have a deal? I give your buddy here his time to get my money together when you stay out of my live. And now you're standing in front of me. So I ask myself, what happened?" O'Doyle stated annoyed.

"Yes, our deal... I remember." John repeated, laughing.

"Do you? Then why didn't you stick to it?"

"Why? Oh, tell me if I'm wrong but you were the one who sent someone after me right after my visit in Boston ." John said, watching his father's expression. "Am I right or not?"

"Oh John." He said, laughing.

"You send someone after me to observe my every move. Did you really think I wouldn't notice it?"

"I just wanted to make sure that you don't do anything stupid." O'Doyle answered shrugging.

"By breaking into my apartment? How smart. I could arrest you for this."

"I don't think so."

"What makes you think that?"

"You don't have anything to prove it, do you? Jordon did a very good job. He's one of my best men and absolutely reliable."

"Even the best man makes mistakes sometimes."

"Not Jordan." He commented, shaking his head in self-confidence.

"I wouldn't be so sure about it." A small smile was playing on John's lips.

"What does that mean?"

"Oh nothing."

"Spill it. Now."

John watched his father for a while and noticed the change on his face. "What? Not so sure anymore? Could it be that I'm right?" He looked at him before he continued. "We both know that I am. I did a full check on your company and guess what I found. Oh, I don't have to tell you because you know it yourself! Shouldn't have done all that illegal business over all those years, huh?"

"Oh, shut up."

"And you should've known that it'd break your neck one day. Good to see that I'm the one who breaks it, though." John said grinning.

"I don't believe you did this. We had a deal." He almost yelled.

"Yes, a deal we both broke." John shrugged. "It's just fair, isn't it?"

Angrily, O'Doyle made a step towards him. "Fair? Don't tell me what's fair."

"Stay away from me." John told him, pulling his gun out of his jacket, pointing it towards his father. "I'm not afraid to make use of it, I swear."

"You're threatening your father?"

"Yes."

"Mistake. Big mistake." O'Doyle snipped with his fingers and two men appeared behind John, one of them pointing a gun on the back of his head. The other one was grabbing Danny's hands, holding them behind his back. "Nice how fast the tide can turn, huh?"

"Hey, what's going on here?" Danny struggled against the grip of the man behind him. "Tell him to put that gun down and let's have a reasonable conversation here." His glance wandered to John and back to O'Doyle.

"I didn't start it." He innocently held his hands up. "But seems like your friend here did."

John slowly lowered the gun, his eyes never leaving his father's. "You do think you're so smart, do you?"

"Well, actually…"

"John, what happened? What's wrong?" John heard Bailey in his left ear followed by noisy interferences before he lost touch with him. Damn it!

He let out a heavy breath. "So, what are you going to do now? Kill me or what?"

"Maybe. Or maybe not. I don't know yet. Drop the gun slowly and shove it away from you." He ordered calmly.

John looked at his gun and snorted. That's great. That's just great. No contact to Bailey, no gun. That's a hell of a day. John thought and put the gun on the floor, pushing at away with his foot.

O'Doyle paced in front of John, occasionally looking up to meet his son's gaze. "I know that you have someone out there. You really thought I'd walk into your trap? You should've known me better. " he let out an amused laugh before he continued. "I knew everything about your plans because Jordan bugged your apartment. You didn't notice that, did you?" he asked grinning when he noticed John's expression. "Apparently not."

"You did what?"

"Surprised? Well, you have no idea what interesting conversations I eavesdropped on. With your boss and… your woman."

"That's sick."

"Sam's her name, right? I'd love to meet her in person one day. I'm curious of the woman, my son fell in love with."

"Leave her out of this." John snapped, taking a step forward.

"Hard when she's so… connected to you. Maybe you can tell me something about her."

"Stop it. This has nothing to do with her." John answered fretfully, reaching up to his ear. Damn it, Bailey. Where are you?

"I wouldn't be so stiffly if I were you. Considering your situation, I better shut up."

"Then what do you want? What's all this about? You didn't arrange this to ask me about my private life, did you? So what the hell do you want?"

"Don't raise your voice against your father. Besides this, it won't get us anywhere."

"Yeah, we'll see about that." John closed his eyes for a moment and let out a deep sigh.

"Well, where were we. Ah, yes… Sam. Who is she?"

"None of your business."

"She's a psychiatrist, isn't she? Where do you met? In your therapy?" Patrick O'Doyle said with a wicked smile, staring at his son. "I don't believe it. My son and his therapist." He laughed aloud.

"Stop it. You have no idea what you're talking about. " John shouted, clenching his hands into fists.

"Stop what? But it's kinda fun, isn't it? Well, at least from my point of view." A grin was playing on his lips. "Anyhow, I'm just wondering why a woman like Sam fell in love with someone like… you."

"What does that mean?"

"I mean that you're nothing special. Look at your past, you don't even use your real name. Does she know that? Does she know that you're not the man you're trying to be? That you're an O'Doyle. Changing your name doesn't change your blood, son. You arr John O'Doyle."

Shaking his head, John answered. "No. John Grant. My name is John Grant." he emphasized his name loud and clearly.

"On the paper. Just on the paper but that means nothing and we both know that. Your life is nothing but a lie. A big fat lie to everyone. To your friends and even to Sam."

"She knows who I am." John whispered, avoiding eye contact with his father.

"And still she's staying with you. What does that tell you. She feels sorry for you and that's it."

"No." John replied, shaking his head.

"Of course. You didn't think that she's in love with you, did you?"

"Whatever you're trying, it's not going to work." John gritted his teeth in anger before he stormed towards his father, slamming his fists into his face.

"Stop that. Or I'm going to kill you. " He tried to shove him away.

"No, I won't until you take everything back what you said." John grabbed his father's throat tightly. "Now!"

Suddenly one of O'Doyle's men hit John on the head and he fell on the floor, unconsciously.

"How stupid of you, son." Patrick laughed, straightening his jacket.

"Oh my god, what have you done?" Danny asked in shock, looking from John to Patrick and back to John.

O'Doyle kicked his son one last time before he walked over to Danny. "And now to us…"

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