This isn't strictly a Halloween themed chapter, but it should be just as terrifying. A chapter in Alexander Piston's point of view.
As soon as he saw the kid who bumped into him, he knew who he was.
He paled, as the kid ran towards the pool. Aaron McQueen; his son from his one affair. Here, in the same hotel that he was in.
He was sent into a panic.
The boy was almost grown, and had to be a couple years older than the last photo he was sent by the mother.
She had ignored him telling her no contact. It was only a slight breech though, a photo every five years with no note, just the back of the photo labelled. The first one had been sent with a birth announcement, and even then, it didn't come with a personalized note.
He had hid all four photos in the same place and typically wouldn't look at them, except for maybe once a year; if that.
Maybe she needed a bit of a reminder to stay away and out of his business. A warning with the next cheque sent. Warning about the money stopping sooner, rather than later.
He hadn't realized that the boy was in hearing range when he set that up. It was only once he noticed being followed by the boy, that he thought he might have been overheard.
He cursed himself for that. He should have done that from the safety of the hotel room, instead of using the pay phones in the lobby.
He never wanted anything to do with the boy, he already had three legitimate kids, he didn't need another. One who would taint his already tarnished reputation.
But now, he had this boy following him and had followed him to his room. It wasn't like the boy was alone either; he had a friend trailing along behind him.
He was able to get into his hotel room and close the door before the two boys came to it. It didn't stop them from knocking, and the one boy, who he was assuming was his son, was asking if they could speak with each other.
He quickly phoned the front desk, asking them to send up security because he thought there was someone trying to break into his room.
It had taken them five or ten minutes to get there.
After a couple minutes of no knocking there was one quick firm knock, which he checked to make sure was a security guard before opening the door. Once he did, he saw that they had only managed to grab his son, the friend was gone.
At least they had nabbed the important one, maybe if he charged the boy it would be enough of a lesson to stay out of his business and keep the boy out of his hair. It might be a good thing for the mother too.
So, he told the guards that he wanted the boy charged, and he was told that meant he had to come down to the office to do so. That pissed him right off, didn't they know who he was? But he agreed to do so.
They were on their way, just when Hudson had to go and ruin everything. Again.
He hated that man. He was the sole reason he was where he was; he still thought Emily never should have married him.
Hudson always got what he had wanted and more, he didn't need him interfering but there was no way he wouldn't.
He was right about Hudson interfering. He had the guards release the kid from their grasp and started treating the boy like he was a victim.
Both Hudson and Emily insisted on coming down to the office with them. They listened to the boy, and phoned the boy's mother to get her take.
He could tell by Hudson's glare at him that Kate must have told him about the photos that she had sent him.
This was not going the way he had hoped.
Then when the three of them left, Hudson had to pop back in for a moment and threaten him about what happened. Him!
He was leaving this hotel as soon as possible. He wasn't going to stick around for any reason.