Chris POV
His aura in the room is suffocating, making it harder for us to breathe and swallow. As we sit there waiting for him to start, he glares directly at me without uttering a word. Minutes pass by like this and I am sweating profusely under his scrutinizing eye, it feels like hours and hours already. “So. Son. Anything you have to say to me?”. My father being the smart man he is never comes out with what he knows already. Instead, he stalks his prey like the predators we are, watching every move we make, until we crack under the pressure and spill everything out in a waterfall of word vomit. I can’t mind link the guys right now as he will see my eyes are glazed over and he will know we are getting our stories together. F*ck, we should have done this earlier! I decide to reply with w
