KILLIAN POV
Idling around at the biker lot, I kept staring at my phone, waiting for Mitch to miraculously call. I know it’s not even been a day, but I’m not a patient man.
I took my eyes off it for a moment, and it rang. I looked, but it was my mum, not Mitch.
“Hello, my boy.”
“Mum.”
“How are you doing, baby?”
“I’m good, Mum. Why did you call?” I know it breaks her heart when I shut her out, but I can’t help it.
“Your father wants you back home,” she said in a low voice.
I slammed my palm against my bike’s handle. I knew her calling got something to do with that man. “It’s been over a week and he’s still at it? I told the old man I'm busy. Tell him to go to hell.”
“Killian, please,” she pleaded down the line. “Don't hang up. I know how much you don’t get along with your father. B
