Chapter 89. It Doesn’t Suit You

AXEL

Barely thirty minutes later, the sound of a helicopter’s blades thundered above us.

The rush of wind that came with its descent whipped at our clothes as we stepped out of the car, stinging my eyes, but I didn’t flinch.

My boil was boiling from the thought of seeing Silas again. I didn’t know what I would do if I set my eyes on him. Punch his guts? Ruin his face?

You’d probably say I shouldn’t do that to my father—but that bastard has never been a father to me. Not once. He was nothing more than an instructor, barking orders, drilling rules into us like soldiers instead of children.

“This is how I want it done.”

“That’s how it should be.”

Every word out of his mouth was a command, never a kindness. He didn’t raise me. He built me, shaped me, like a weapon—and now he wonders why I’m ready to turn on him.

I’ve never felt that fatherly bond with him so it wouldn’t be a struggle to slam my fist into his face. He was practically a s