Savage Son. Corey Mitchell
family. Now she knew that his commitment to his studies was all the proof she needed to know he was definitely on the path to a godly life and financial success. She could not have asked for anything more.
Once Bart realized what his gift was, he wasted no more time in getting to it. He opened the box, then removed another box from inside. He opened the second box and there it was: a shiny $4,000 Rolex watch. He was ecstatic. Bart had champagne tastes, and his parents never let him down.
Tricia leaned up against Kent and flashed him a loving smile. He nodded toward her and then turned to Bart. “Well, what do you think, Bart?”
Bart continued looking at the watch and then slowly shook his head to and fro. “I like it. I like it a lot.” Bart smiled at his brother, Kevin, who returned the smile. “No, I love it!” Bart exclaimed.
The family spent another minute or so gawking at Bart’s new symbol of success. After basking in the glow, Bart glanced at his new watch, which had the correct time already. “Hey, c’mon. We’d better get going. We don’t want to be late for Pappadeaux.”
The rest of the Whitaker family nodded in agreement and began to perform the “getting ready to go” shuffle of grabbing wallets, jackets, and gloves. Pappadeaux is a seafood restaurant chain that specializes in fried seafood and Cajun-style crawfish. It is owned by the Pappas family from Houston, who also own Pappas Bros., which serves steaks, Pappasito’s, which serves Mexican food, and Pappas BBQ, which, of course, specializes in barbeque. There are several Pappas restaurants spread throughout the state of Texas, and they are hugely successful. The most upscale of all the Pappas’ restaurants would definitely be Pappadeaux. There was one located near the Whitakers, out on Highway 59, near Highway 6, less than three miles from their home.
The four Whitakers piled into Tricia’s TrailBlazer and headed out of their neighborhood.
They failed to notice the car parked on the back side street, directly behind their house.
Tricia made the short drive in very little time. The perpetually under-construction Highway 6 did not cause any problems for them, as work was being done in the opposite direction from the restaurant. In less than five minutes, the Whitakers pulled into the relatively empty parking lot, exited the TrailBlazer, and headed for the side doors of the restaurant.
No one in the family noticed the person sitting in the car who watched them as they entered Pappadeaux.
Inside the restaurant, the family was quickly seated as they had called in reservations. They perused the extravagant menus, made their selections, and gave their orders to the friendly waitstaff. Drinks were also ordered, delivered, and quaffed. It was all a very pleasant evening, with happiness and celebration the key themes for the Whitakers.
After stuffing themselves with crawfish, gumbo, and fried catfish, Kent Whitaker decided to order a celebratory dessert for Bart. A big production was made upon the delivery of the house special.
“Here’s to you, Bart,” Kent Whitaker toasted his oldest son. He could not contain his happiness. He had been worried that Bart would turn in the wrong direction and not make anything of himself. Thankfully, his son had proved him wrong. He was now on the precipice of greatness. “Congratulations on an amazing accomplishment. I only wish Lynne was here to share this special occasion with you.” Lynne Sorsby was Bart’s girlfriend. There had recently been talk of marriage proposals on the horizon.
“Thanks, Dad,” Bart said, returning the salute. “I’ll be talking with her later tonight when we get back home. She’ll probably come over later, but she already had plans to go out to dinner with her folks.”
Surprisingly, Bart had not thought to invite Lynne and her family to Pappadeaux to join his family for dinner. The whole celebration actually was thrown together at the last minute. Bart even had to call his father in to be sure he made it out to the restaurant. As a result, Lynne had already made plans that she could not back out of.
“Bart, honey, I just want you to know how proud I am of you, son.” Bart’s mom was beaming. “You stuck with it and now you are being rewarded for your tenacity and strong spirit. I wish you the best of luck, and know you will make a name for yourself, one day.”
“Hear! Hear!” the other two Whitaker men chimed in. All four raised their glasses for a toast. Bart smiled at his mom as he lowered his drink.
“How ’bout some pictures?” Kent Whitaker asked. The proud papa pulled out his camera and snapped several shots of the boys and their mother, Kevin and Bart together, and Bart holding up his dessert plate. A good time was had by all.
Their appetites sated, Kent asked their waiter for the check, he paid, and they exited the now-bustling restaurant. It paid to eat early in a Houston restaurant. When the Whitakers stepped outside, the parking lot had gone from relatively barren to humming with SUVs and Mercedes Benzes. This time, Kevin asked his mom to drive her TrailBlazer. She agreed and the family members piled in and drove off the lot.
None of the Whitakers noticed that the same car from earlier was still in the parking lot. Nor did they see it as it pulled out and began to follow them home.
Kevin Whitaker pulled up to the entrance of their gated community. He punched in the security code to gain access into the neighborhood. The car behind them managed to squeeze through the gate as well, without having to enter its own code. They did not notice the vehicle as they turned the corner toward Heron Way and their home.
Kevin turned right into the Whitaker driveway and pulled his mother’s TrailBlazer up close to the attached garage. The family got out of the SUV, locked their doors, and shut them. Tricia was the first out and also the first to head toward the front porch and into the front-door entrance. The porch light beckoned like a shining star in the cold night.
Kevin quickly walked around the truck and scooted past his mother. He always liked to be first to the door, and the one to open it up. Kent followed behind Tricia. Bart, however, made a beeline for the street and his Yukon, which his parents had bought for him while he was at college.
“I forgot my cell phone in the truck,” Bart tossed back to his family. “I need to call Lynne so she can come on over.”
Kent looked over at Bart, smiled, and followed his wife.
As Kent Whitaker rounded the corner, he looked up and saw his youngest boy, Kevin, unlock the front door and enter the house. He had no idea that when Kevin went inside, there was someone standing directly in front of him. He also had no idea that Kevin smiled at the person who was standing inside their home.
Pop!
It was short, but distinct. The sound rang out clearly in the quiet neighborhood. “Oh God, no!” Kent Whitaker heard his wife scream. He ran toward her, but he was too late. Tricia Whitaker bolted into the house to protect her baby boy. “Don’t you—”
Pop!
Another crack. Nothing but silence from Tricia, then a moan.
“Help,” she barely muttered.
Kent Whitaker went after his wife. He unknowingly stepped over a loose garden hose on the front porch, only to see his wife and youngest son, both lying inside the foyer of their home. Both were bleeding badly. He could not tell if Kevin was moving or not. He could see that his wife was still alive as she began to take huge gasps of air.
By this time, Bart Whitaker began to run up the driveway to see what was happening inside his parents’ home, the home he and his brother had grown up in.
“Dad!” he screamed, only to be interrupted by yet another…
Pop!
As Bart dashed through the front yard and hastily made his way onto the front porch, he was greeted with the ghastly vision of his father lying on his back with blood pouring out of his body. Instinctively Bart ran past his father to get inside the house. He only momentarily looked down to see his mother, gasping for air, lying in an ever-widening pool of blood. He barely caught sight of his brother farther in the house. He did not appear to be moving.
Bart