Thread: Second Chances(blair/lady)

Winston took her back as they entered the sitting room of his quarters. Just so you know, I will be taking the couch, he said, rolling his eyes a little. The comment she made about him offering the couch made him wonder exactly what kind of guys she had been dating in the past. He thought it was obvious that he was implying he'd be the one sleeping on the couch... Shop as much as you want, he said, Do you really think you could put a dent in my bank account? He smirked a bit, because he knew she had no idea how much money he had. The police force didn't even truly know. Despite working with them, he was still a very private person. Don't wear bright colors, Winston said as he made his way toward the bedroom. My father isn't one for obnoxious colors. He likes sleek sophistication... And right now, you are supposed to be a girl who is trying to get herself into this family. He shrugged. Impressing him is important, despite the real circumstances. Balthazar Skarsgard looked like an older version of Winston, with greying hair and lines around his eyes from years of stress. He was a vicious, cold man. The only love that was ever displayed was for his sons, whom he cherished. However, it was understood that even they did not hold a permanent place in his life. If they stepped out of line, they'd pay for it, just like their mother did long ago... Rhys was just an toddler, but Winston who was eight at the time still remembered the moment his father had found out his mother had been unfaithful. Balthazar shot her straight through the skull at the dinner table, had the maids clean up the mess, and told Winston to never speak of his mother again. To this day, Rhys was still led to believe his mother had died from illness. My boy, Balthazar murmured, letting a warm smile crack his usually cold demeanor. I'm glad you are home for good this time. He snapped at the maid who stood at the corner of the room, ordering her to pour them both a drink. Just in time, I might add, he said, After all, I have let you lead your life as a relatively normal college student for the past few years. I respect your education... But tonight, my son, you are no longer a college student. You are a man, and I have a job for you... A job that will test you and tell me if you are strong-willed enough to handle the family business. He smiled and took a sip of his drink before grabbing the television remote. When he flicked the TV on, the image showed the basement of the mansion. It was dark, but a single light hung over the motionless form in the middle of the room. Annabel Abernathy, he said, nodding to the screen, Detective Abernathy's daughter. He smirked a bit, clearly happy with himself. You may seen her around campus... She was a freshman this year at NYU. Promising student, I might add. Not a lot of friends, which made things easy, but I had her snatched up at a fraternity party that was celebrating the end of the semester. I had one of my men slip something in her drink, and she has been out cold since. He turned to his son with a downright vicious grin. You are to be her keeper. I want her contained, but taken care of. She is my ticket to getting control over that damn detective, once and for all. You do as I say with her, alright? As of now, she stays in one piece, but if he makes a wrong move... Well, I'm sure you catch the drift. He winked at his son. First, I want you to go down there and introduce yourself. Tell her the circumstances. Once she is awake and screaming like a little idiot for help, I want it on camera. Understand?