Stephen’s pov.
I barged inside, taking them by surprise. As usual, my father maintained a neutral demeanour. He was so used to it that his face seldom showed any kind of expression. His eyes were like two hollow wells with no warmth in them. If I wasn’t used to him, a single glance from him would have scared the daylights out of me.
He took a cigar from his pocket and lit it up as though nothing had happened. I looked around. The men surrounding him mirrored his countenance, but I had heard enough to believe that they were just sitting idle this whole time.
“What are you talking about? Where is Jojo?”
“Hello, son. I wasn’t expecting you,” my father said, puffing out a cloud of smoke.
“Well, here I am. And where is Jojo? I know you punished him. So where is he?”
He looked at me fro
