[PAST]
“You can’t be serious about this!” In his drunken haze, Ajax heard his father growl. But because he was too far gone to give a damn, he merely rolled his eyes and made himself another drink.
Ajax was on his fifth shot when Michael Halest rained inside the study room, loud and red with mad anger.
“I’m talking to you, Ajax!” the old man roared. “What the f**k are you doing with your life?”
“I’m f*****g grieving!” Ajax snarled, clutching the tumbler tightly in his grasp. “Can’t a man even grieve in solace? What the f**k is your problem?”
Michael Halest bristled at the tone of his older son. He couldn’t stand it. So, instead of leaving his son alone—like he had literally begged him to a few minutes ago—the man grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanked him off the chair, and sc
