King of Hearts

Chapter 24 – Lost In Transition.

Don Jeremiah Soul's POV, Soul compound, The next day.

The morning woke me right with a gentle touch of it's relaxing warmth. I swear I could have sworn I would have woken without a life, but instead I find myself back here. The place I own and control. Boston.

Gently moving for my office with my heavy guards in pursuit, I entered to find Hash sitting behind my desk.

His eyes looked towards me as I stared directly at him.

In speed he got up and said.

"Good morning sir."

Slowly shutting my door, I approached and stated.

"I catch you in my seat again and you'll be my next meal."

Hash's eyes widened as I reclaimed my throne.

"Not a morning person, huh?" He replied as I looked back to him.

"You don't know the half of it."

With my eyes still adjusting to the morning, Hash took a seat in front of me to say.

"I got in a few hours ago. Guards said you were out of it."

"Any news?" I wondered as he nodded with a smile.

Looking back into his eyes I asked.

"Who?"

"His son." Replied Hash as I widened my eyes in confusion.

"Pitch?" I questioned as he nodded.

Gently forcing my eyes shut with my thumb and index finger from my right hand, I said to him.

"That kid doesn't know a thing about the business. Robotnik kept him from it for his safety. This doesn't make sense."

Hash agreed and calmly replied.

"The kid looked scared shitless when he met me. I can't quite see what Robotnik sees in him."

"He sees him as the air to his kingdom. I'm sure he's supporting him in more ways then one until he leaves."

"Still sir, the kid can't learn it all so fast. I'm sure Don Skier will take advantage when Robotnik leaves."

Widening my eyes I replied.

"It's the perfect opportunity for him to take New York. Robotnik must know this."

Hash remained still as I questioned.

"Shadow isn't blind. He's up to something. That kid of his will stand no chance. It may be just Skier, but he's still well overqualified to take him out the second Shadow departs the country."

"You think he's got a plan?" Wondered Hash to me as I nodded.

"He has too. He wouldn't just up and leave without one. I'm sure he's got a way of protecting his boy and his business without his physical need to be there."

"What do you think it is?" Wondered Hash as I shook my head.

"I don't know."

Hash knew this was an issue if I was unaware of Robotnik's intentions, but this is such a blunder I can't even began to understand why. His son is the worst choice for Don. He knows not a thing. He can't fight. He barely made it through school and he has his own debts to loan sharks at age eighteen. Shadow must know all this if I do.

Pitch will die as Don.

Hash's POV.

I knew what just happened. Don Soul is in his trance state. His eyes shut and his breathing barely visible. He does this when he's in loss of a situation. It will take time but he will figure it out. It's just a matter of how long till he does.

Seeing as there was no longer a point to talk to him, I said.

"I'll leave you be. Call me if you need me."

Don Soul remained unresponsive as I made my exit.

As I left and made my way outside, I contemplated the problems he must be going over in his head.

Pitch isn't the right choice for Don. I saw it in his eyes. He's scared and he's blind. He won't last a day when Don Skier attacks him. Don Robotnik must have a plan. He must. He's not heartless enough to leave his kid to fend for himself. Is he? I wondered as I got to my car.

Ether way I have no point to question it now. I have work to do.

Don Jeremiah Soul's POV.

Robotnik is ether relying on help or he's already got something in motion. It's his only options.

Who can he get to help Pitch in such short notice?

As I stayed in my own head I got an idea.

Johan. His family lawyer and Consigliere. He's the perfect choice. Shadow must be giving him Johan so that he is able to learn and make the best choice possible for his family. It's smart, but it doesn't explain what he has planned. Shadow I know is crafty. He's manipulative. He's power hungry and deadly from the inside out. But it goes against him giving away over half his empire to me and the other families. He's contradicting his methods by going down hill. I can't read that. It's beyond me.

In force of not being able to understand the situation, I slammed my fist across my desk and into my desk lamp.

"Bash!"

The lamp shattered on impact as I stood up in anger.

"He's fucking with me! He's fucking with everyone! This is an end game for Shadow Robotnik! Why can't I see it?!" I asked myself as I felt blood coming from my hand.

Slowly looking down to my palm I found a piece of the lamp stuck.

In force, I pulled it out and chucked it at the door getting my guard's attention.

As he looked inside to see me bleeding he asked.

"Are you okay sir!? What happened!?"

"GET OUT!" I ordered him as he slowly backed out to shut the door in fear.

Quickly going to my desk, I got out some of my emergency supplies to begin wrapping up my hand.

As soon as I was done I sat back down to try and calm down.

My anger was always a problem.

Letting it get buried back down in my heart, I calmly began to think again.

Shadow must be putting all his faith in Johan for now until his son is capable of working on his own. After that however is my issue here. Pitch would have to deal with Don Skier if he overcomes the odds. After that, then what? Verno and Cora are in the middle of a fucking war and Morgue is working on expansions from here to LA. He can't make a move other then attack me and I know he's not that fucking stupid.

The answer was blind to me. I can't find it right now. All I can do is let this play out and wait. I'm sure Johan will call for a meeting to introduce Pitch as the new head sooner or later. After that I may be able to piece more together.

As I felt the warmth of my blood resting under the white medical bandage I had applied to the wound of my right palm, I breathed calmly to the pain. Slowly I felt relaxed once more and after some time I felt my soul lower into a state of solitude. Now was just a time to think. A time to plan. For the worst yet to come from Don Robotnik himself.