He stood calm, dressed in a three-piece tailored suit. The look on his face, however, was far from calm. His eyes narrowed down on his son who had his hands around me.
"Father, I didn't know you were—"
"What the f**k are you doing, Ryan?!" Arthur bellowed.
Before Ryan even had the chance to speak, his father's men from behind pounced on him, raining blows and punches.
"Get off me!" Ryan yelled, using his arms to shield against the blows. "Father, why would you—"
His words were silenced when Arthur closed his hand around his throat. "If I were you, I'd keep that mouth of yours shut."
Ryan's face had turned a dark shade of red as he struggled for breath. His eyes widened with fear as he stared at his father.
As much as I despised Ryan now, I didn't want to be the cause of his relation
