Blood Is Thicker Than Water (A New Adult Dark Thriller Series of Mystery and Suspense) ( free series of thriller, mystery, suspense and horror) (Next Of Kin Book 1) Read Free

like son.  You're a fucking bum.  She knows it, I know it and your mother knows it.  Like father like son .
    "I'm not your son!" He exclaimed, smashed the polished silver with the palm of his hands, and then wiped the blood from his left nostril.
     
     
     
    3.
    Alex never thought of him in that way.  Frank was more like a stepfather than a real father.  He tried so hard to be a better man than him.  However, he wound up making the same mistakes. Alex believed he had a handle on things, but he wasn't the one pulling the strings anymore.  It was a crutch for many years to cushion the blow of what ailed him—the haunted memories of his past.  Alex never wanted to confirm it but he assumed the form of his old man.
    "How is she doc?" Alex jumped out his seat.
    "You must be Alex." Darius sized him up.
    "Who the hell are you?” Alex inquired.
    “I’m you.  Only better looking and successful. I guess that’s why she didn’t marry me and settled for you.  Girly must be slumming.” Darius paused, cleared his throat.
    "Zoe’s lost a lot of blood. We hooked her up to a blood bag to compensate for it.  She's stabilized.”
    "What about the baby?” Alex asked.
    “Surprise, you have two healthy girls, fraternal twins actually. Hmm I thought she couldn't have any more children.  I mean, after those two miscarriages." Darius retorted.  With a furrowed brow, Alex contended to play off his confusion.
    “What, she didn't tell you?" Darius leered at him, smugly as he walked away, leaving him alone with his theory.
    Alex figured they were even.  There were past memories, experiences that he wouldn’t even think about sharing with her.  Things he wanted to forget.  Things he was ashamed of.  All tied to the source of his addiction.  He thought about seeing a shrink but never made it to the first session.  Alex had kept his past hidden for so long, he wanted it stay buried.
    Alex stood in the doorway, watched her sleep, scanned the tube sticking out of her arm, and observed her face like he knew every winkle and little imperfection intimately.  Alex smirked, wholeheartedly while rapping his knuckles against the door.
    “Hey." Alex greeted.
    "Hi." Zoe said, refocusing her eyes
    "How do you feel?"
    "How do you think I feel?”
    Alex planted a kiss on her forehead, looked around.  The room was overflowing with flowers from well-wishers.
    "Looks like a funeral in here." He sat a potted plant with the others, hauled a chair at the bedside, and then held her hand.
    "You just missed your father.” Zoe said.
    “It was on purpose.” Alex said.
    "Are you ready to see your babies?" An impatient nurse wheeled them in.  Giving them the once-over, searching their faces for any similarities that would prove they were his but there were none.  The newborns were almost the spitting image of Zoe.  The twins had black hair, brown skin, and same nose, minus the freckles.    Alex cradled the younger one in arms like he could’ve held her forever —couldn't take his eyes off of her—never expected loving anyone more.  From then on she became his favorite.
    "Thought of any baby names yet?" The nurse interrupted.
    Zoe branded the oldest one Isabel.  Alex gave it more consideration, choosing the perfect name that would fit the little one like a glove.  He named her Medina, after his deceased mother; therefore his psyche began to shift back to her.  He thought about her often.   
    She was murdered ten years ago.  The crime scene had all the makings of a robbery that went awry.  Even though he couldn't prove it, he always suspected Frank.  Alex blamed him for her death, for their sham of a marriage, for his addiction, for how his life turned out.  Their relationship was strained, to say the least.
     
    It had been precisely seven months since Zoe was released from the hospital.  Afterwards she went back to The Force.  The one accomplishment in her life was being a cop.  Unlike most girls from her senior class who