Pablo's p.o.v
I couldn't stop staring at my father as he drove us to Lewis's workplace.
"Stop staring too much. It's uncomfortable." He whispered without glancing at me.
"You should have stayed back then. Wait, remind me again Why the hell you are seriously driving me there?" I asked with a raised brow while I folded my arms.
"Because I'm a good man and a loving father." He answered in a prideful tone.
"Well, that's truly charming of you Dad. But I was looking forward to seeing my lover alone. He called me to pick him up, not us." I pointed out seriously.
"Son, I know what I said then wasn't pleasant, I judged Elias and hated the thought of you sharing your life with him. His line of work is...."
"Father was, not is." I corrected simply.
"Right, was dangerous, bad, horrible, risky
