My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 140 One Chance

Jacob

I leaned against the wall, watching that bastard practice shooting with an apple perched on my head like some kind of twisted gangster game. But what could I say? I needed his support to get to his daughter, and if I didn't play along, he wouldn't let me near her.

Fuck my luck!

He was furious. Completely and utterly furious, and I couldn't blame him. Any father would feel the same-I messed up. Big time. Not just once, but in multiple ways. And in the midst of it all, I ended up fucking hurting her, which I should've avoided at all costs.

Bang.

The shot landed perfectly in the middle of the apple, and I clenched my fists at my sides. It wasn't that I was afraid of the bullets-I knew these bullets were harmless since it was just a balloon shooting gun. What angered me was that Samuel's tantrums were wasting a lot of my time.

I needed to see her.

It had been sixteen whole days, and I hadn't even caught a glimpse of her. I was dying inside. To hold her in my arms. To feel her warmth. To taste her lips.

God! I fucking missed her so damn much.

"Change it," Samuel instructed his so-called helping hand and suppressing a chuckle the guy placed another apple on my head. This was the seventh

one.

At this rate, the bullet could hit my face any time. He wasn't too skilled with shooting; his aim had always been shaky.

"How's Evelyn?" I found myself asking as he loaded the gun.

"She's doing great, actually. You'd be glad to know she's on a date, having the time of her life. The guy, unlike you, isn't an oldie. He's handsome, I guess, and definitely not a jerk."

She's on a date?

Damn it! This is spiraling out of control.

I bit the inside of my cheek, seething-I couldn't stand the thought of her being with someone else. I'd fucking kill that guy.

"Why did you-" Before I could finish my question, he fired, and once again, the apple exploded, bits of it showering down on my shoulders, the juice messing up my hair-I'd have to take another shower now.

I wished I could kill this piece of shit right now. But there were two reasons why I couldn't-first, he was my best friend. Second: He was my love's father.

"Why did I let her go?" He chuckled dryly, aiming at the apple as his lackey set it on my head, "Surely I wouldn't want my princess to be waiting for a thick-skulled bastard like you."

Bang.

I cringed as bits of the apple landed on my nose, quickly wiping it off along with the juice on my forehead.

Man, this is disgusting!

"Look, I know I screwed up, but I'm here to fix everything," I attempted to speak, but was interrupted by the guy placing yet another apple on my head. I shot him a glare, and he suppressed a snicker before backing off. "Let's just talk, alright?"

"Stand right there, you asshole. If you dare to move an inch, I will shoot you in your fucking head," Samuel hissed, firing once again, the bullet grazing so close to the apple that I almost felt it.

Samuel was totally asking for a punch.

Forget the best friend part. If he weren't Evelyn's father, I'd shot him up in his fucking asshole.

"I'm not here to play your fucking stupid games," I spat, irritated. "I'm here to fix everything."

"You shouldn't have hurt my princess in the first place, you asshole!" He barked, clearly enraged. "I never laid a finger on her in my entire life, and you fucking piece of shit broke her heart. Do you even have any idea how much you hurt her? I trusted you with her-yet you fucking shattered her. I would have killed you if you weren't my friend!"

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His anger was justified. He had

every right to yell at me as much as

he wanted, but I was desperate-l

wanted to see Evelyn. I did

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everything I fucking could; wrapped 11 up things with my business, attended court hearings, made sure Tyler was in jail, and put everything back in place in these sixteen days. And the moment I was done, I was here in America to get my baby back. These sixteen days had already felt like forever.

But now it seemed I had another task-to get Samuel's help first to reach her.

"Look, I know I screwed up—"

Bang.

"Yes, you fucking screwed up, and on top of that, you let my princess suffer alone for these days you came late!"

Bang.

"Because I was fixing stuff she

wanted to fix. She got that video clip

and everything for me. She went

through all of that for me if I hadn't

fucking done it right, then all of it would have been in vain. I couldn't let her struggle go to waste-she would have hated me for that," I spat. "I know I made a terrible mistake, but I'm here to fix her. I'll do anything, beg her, grovel at her feet, do whatever she asks. Just fucking help me!"

"You're a fucking idiot for doing that to her, you know that? How could you fucking doubt her?"

"I wasn't doubting her. I was beyond pissed after finding her at that bastard's house, and you know what my anger does to me it makes me someone else. And I regret every fucking word I said I want to be a better person, and Evelyn made me one. I can't live without her, Samuel," I sighed. "Please, give me one chance. I'll do anything to make it better."

"Can you fix her broken heart, you asshole?" He shouted, his voice as loud as before.

"I don't know, but I'm willing to try for

she

as long as it takes. I'll do anything-I love her. More than my life. I can't...can't even think of living without her. She's everything to me My life starts with her and ends with her-you don't even know what means to me," My words trembled. "Please, I know the mistake I made, and I'm ready to bear any consequences for it, but just give me this chance. I swear on my dead mother-I won't screw it up this time. I won't hurt her ever again."

Samuel emitted a frustrated groan, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Place another apple on his head," he commanded the helper, who obliged, making me sigh in annoyance as he shot it.

And the next second, he spoke up, "Fine, you got it," he let out, sounding not so happy with his decision. "You can come, stay at my house, try to fix everything you fucked up. But if you dare to hurt her again—"

Before he could finish his sentence, I found myself rushing towards him and pulling him into a hug. "Thanks, man!" I let out, finally relaxed. "Thank you so fucking much."

"Fine, fine," he feigned annoyance as he pulled away. "Now get lost."

"I'm staying at your house, remember?" I chuckled. "Treat your guest nicely."

"Guest? My arse. The moment you start becoming a pain in the arse, I'll fucking kick you out. And if you hurt my Evelyn again........"

"I won't hurt her, Samuel. I've learned my lesson—trust me, if there's anything I want, it's to kiss away her tears, have her in my arms, and never let

her go again."