“You mean...
Mom's bestie is... Blair?" He was too thrilled to speak properly.
No wonder he was unable to find her. He had asked his men to look for
Blair all over the world, but he had never thought of the possibility that she would be in the Leonard family's residence.
Niles nodded innocently. His brother had finally realized it.
“Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" Wesley roared. He really wanted to strangle Niles to death.
Niles was hurt that Wesley would assume that.
"I wanted to tell you but you didn't give me a chance!" he protested
Wesley released his brother and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. After a while, he asked Niles, "So, she's pregnant?"
"Yeah."
“How Long?"
“Nine months." Pretty soon, Blair would give birth, and then Wesley could be by her side.
‘Nine months! That means she was pregnant when she left me. It's my kid!"
Wesley thought. A myriad of emotions flooded through him. He really hated his brother for keeping it a secret. He cocked his fist, ready to pound Niles’ face in. His brother squeezed his eyes shut. Just as Niles thought he was doomed, the fist whizzed past his ear and hit the tree behind him. The tree trembled from the impact.
Wesley couldn't wait to see Blair, so he commandeered a helicopter and flew out to see her. Helicopters aren't known for their range, but in this case it was sufficient for the distance he had to cover.
The helicopter settled onto the helipad at the military base. The moment he alighted, an officer came over and saluted.
"Wesley, you're just in time. I have something-"
“Sorry, sir. I have something else to deal with. I'm heading home."
“That's what I wanted to tell you. Remember that criminal cabal you and
Carlos rooted out? Well, you didn't get all of them, and they found out where your family lives. You'll want some soldiers as backup. This might get ugly." Wesley stopped in his tracks.
This was something that worried him greatly. After mulling it over for a bit, he brought a few soldiers and drove to where the Leonard family lived.
However, just as he got out of his car, his battle-honed senses told him something was wrong. He immediately dropped to the ground, and narrowly avoided a bullet. One of the people had been lying in wait
Judging by the fact that what he heard was the gun and not the report, the guy must have installed a suppressor.
Wesley rolled underneath the car, not wanting the sniper to be able to draw a bead on him. A shot hit the ground near him just as he rolled, and he was able to figure out where his attacker was.
He knew it wasn't humanly possible to dodge a bullet. He'd seen the