[Thad’s POV]
I stare up into my father’s eyes as he continues to watch me with a look of amusement. I was sure that the bastard was taking pleasure in the fact that, despite all these years, he was still much stronger than me.
“Don’t give me that look,” he chuckles. “I don’t intend to hurt you. Not today anyway.”
“I can’t say that the feeling is mutual,” I counter. “What the hell do you want?”
Remaining silent, my father tightens his hold on me, pressing me harder against the floor. When I wince from pain, he even has the audacity to laugh.
“Acting so tough for a weak little runt.” He sighs. “I’ve come to ask you for a favor.”
A favor. Was he out of his f*****g mind? Why in the hell would this man think that I would help him with anything? The only thing I was more than willing to he
