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Fuck.“You did that on purpose.” I accused, backing down.
“Go on,” he said.
I went, snatching my shirt off the couch on my way into the dining room. The second I ducked out of sight on the stairs, I heard the front door pull open.
“What do you want?” Max said, the tone of his voice making the bottom of my stomach fall out. He’d never once used that tone with me. And even though I knew he was filled with darkness, I didn’t even know he was capable of so much malice.
“Son.”
“I told you never to call me that.”
“Can I come in, or should I stand out here so the neighbors can hear our business?”
The sound of shuffling feet and the door latching made my grip tighten around the shirt in my hands. Glancing down, I unclenched the fabric, quickly tugging it over my head as I stood there and listened.
Yeah, he told me to go upstairs. I wasn’t listening. I’d stay out of sight as Max wanted, but if something happened, if that bastard even lifted one finger toward him, all bets were off.
“What do you want?” Max’s voice was hollow and empty, devoid of every emotion there could be.
“Did you get a new car?”
“No.”
“Whose Jeep is that in the driveway?”
“None of your business.”
“Win is still in Poland. Must be the little one.”
I rolled my eyes. This man acted like he knew everything. Win was in Sweden, not Poland, and right now, he was home. And the little one? Was that supposed to be me? I’d show him how little I was. Dickface.
“Get out,” Max deadpanned.
“Is he here?”
Tension spiked in the air. “I said get out.”
Something icy scraped over my spine.
“Thanksgiving is next week,” the old man said as though Max hadn’t even spoken.
“So?”
“So we’re having a dinner party for the associates and the like on Tuesday. You are expected to be there.”
“No.”
“Wear a suit. Make sure it hides all that graffiti you covered your body with.”
A growl vibrated my throat. How dare he? How fucking dare he?
“And take out that ring in your face. You look like a criminal.”
“I’m not coming,” was all Max said.
“Lose the rings and shave too. People will think you’re some emo freak with mental problems.”
Spots swam before my vision, my body swayed, and blindly, I reached out for the handrail bolted to the wall.
