Chapter 43 Dio’s Journal - Entry 302
It’s no fucking wonder I struggled as a kid.
Being in the same room as that jerk for a few hours, even after all this time, made me want to strangle him or bash my head into a wall.
His office is a piece of work, all set up to make him feel powerful.
It’s clear why a younger me turned to drugs.
He was truly created by my parents to be just like them.
Being the black sheep of the family makes more and more sense to me.
I refused to let the others accompany me to the meeting.
This needed to be navigated carefully. Alexander is aligned with the other side after all, aligned with the very scum that have Chaosta locked up.
Of course, that positions him well for this, but only if I could convince him to help me rather than them.
It’s not like I haven’t had time to prepare.
Perhaps the main factor on my side is that my brain works like his now that I’m not high, a fact I don’t think he realizes.
I believe it gave me the advantage in our meeting.
I was able to carefully navigate the line of truth and fiction and paint a fairly compelling fucking picture.
Or at least I must have been able to because he’s agreed to help us.
Like any good lawyer, he didn’t make any guarantees. He also said that it might take a while, but he is willing to help. Thank all the dark gods for the name The Boys made for themselves, or I don’t think he’d have been willing.
I can’t even be thankful that my brother is a famous lawyer right now, not after the old wounds are so freshly opened from that interaction. At least I was hopefully able to contribute in some way to getting Chaosta released.
When I got back to the mansion after the meeting and told the others he’d promised to help, Lent fucking hugged me.
The others looked a little less hopeless, and Fem even awkwardly patted me on the back.
It’s the first time he’s acknowledged me since Chasota was arrested, other than to doctor my injuries.
Not like I need his approval, but I’ll admit it’s been hard to see how angry he’s been with me.
If I’m honest, it’s been hard to see how angry all three of them have been at me since I screamed at Malam in front of them. They’ve still been treating me like a bomb about to go off. I know my temper can be bad, but fuck, it feels extreme how careful they’re being to avoid me.
I know they don’t know my brother. Until they see what he can do with their own eyes, they likely won’t believe getting her out is possible, but I know my blood. I may despise him, but he’s nearly as stubborn as I am. He’ll get this done.