[3rd Person’s POV]
“Ahh. f**k,” Thorne hissed in pain. Staring at his father as they sat across the table near the pool area. He looked at the maid. “Thanks,” he said upon taking the cold compress.
Thorne applied it to his bruised cheeks.
Tyrone clenched his jaw. “Tell me everything,” he commanded.
Thorne sighed. “To start, Randy is safe—”
“Oh my f*****g God. I don’t believe every word you say. The last time I saw him was nearly close to death. And what’s Randy now? A cold dead body?” Tyrone cursed.
Thorne shook his head. “N-No! Of course, not,” he denied. Thorne licked his chapped lips. “W-We had an argument. Which is basically rooted because of my jealousy. A-And… I beat him,” he confessed.
Tyrone sighed deeply. “You motherfucking son of a b***h. I may not have the best father f
