I don’t mind a little collateral damage.
The second the words leave my father’s mouth, the entire room shifts and the atmosphere changes into something more tense.
He just threatened to kill Kara if I ever had anything with her.
And even worse—he said in front of her. Right to her face.
Saying that I hate my father would be the understatement of the century. There are no words that can express what I feel towards him.
He’s f****d with my entire life since I was born, trained me the only way he knew how to, and now I’m a spitting image of him, both in looks and in character.
I keep my expression blank, even though every part of me wants to put a bullet in the wall behind him just to make a point.
Yes, behind him. Because putting a bullet in Maximus Sterling would mean I’m showing him
