Arthur’s POV
I took a subconscious step back, watching my father. “What is the meaning of this?” I asked.
The side of his lips curved up, a smile I was well aware of. Victory and pride. Unfortunately, it always had something to do with making me succumb. He loaded the gun, staring at it like some trophy.
“What do you think will happen if I shot your legs?” he asked, but I knew he didn’t need me to respond. He chuckled.
“You will be crippled, right? And certainly won’t be able to get on a bike ever again,” he finally looked at me. “Am I right?”
“Forcing me to take control that way would not get any of us respect. The board certainly wouldn’t want a cripple as their leader, which might lead to Neil taking over,” I said.
“I lose, you lose, son,”
“You really should have gotten more chil
