My eyes would peel open, blinded momentarily by tears, as I watched as Warren’s father looked to me with a smirk, before my eyes would fall to his son, looking at me in shock.
“Don’t say I never gave you anything…”
“What the f**k is this?!” Warren asked, the sight of tears falling down his cheeks having caught my attention for a moment, his father would move into the direction of the table splayed out with the contracts he had prepared for this very instant.
“Do you REALLY think I would kill my own son? I may be a tyrant, but I believe family IS blood-even if you wish they weren’t…”
“Then what was all of this for?!” Warren asked through clenched teeth, fighting at the binds on his wrists as the rope would dig into his hands and he would ignore this pain and focus on his own wrath.
