AVENGE
(Madison’s pov)
Never expecting to see my dad again, my emotions were concealed behind a stoic face wondering how long he'd been hiding from the Lone Ridge Pack. Studying his movements, he slowly closed the door and approached the desk. He wants our conversation kept between us or wants to make it look that way. Maintaining my distance, I remained near the window, seeing it as my easiest escape.
In our reunion, our movements are like a game of chess; he waits as I advance a pawn on the edge.
I felt no emotions pulling me towards this man I used to cherish as my dad; he is just a self-proclaimed leader.
His deep voice disrupted my thoughts, “You’ve probably been contacted by Councilman Warren,” he paused expecting a reaction, but I remained still.
In our game of chess,
