CHAPTER SEVEN

AUTHOR’S POV

“What do you want, Father?” Blaze asked once again, obviously irritated by his presence.

Most times, he despised the fact that this man was his Father. Deep down, Blaze knew Maverick was nothing but a monster. He always has and always will be.

“Always in a hurry, hun.” Maverick joked, then laughed dryly.

He still couldn't wrap his head around how he and his son had fallen out, how they had learnt to live like enemies.

“As you can see, I’m too busy for pep talks,” Blaze responded harshly, and Maverick felt something unsettling grip his insides—the hatred in his son’s voice.

The boy who once ran out to him every time he pulled up from work while yelling Father on top of his lungs.

“You haven't been coming home…”

Blaze let a sigh break free.

“Okay, since that's all. You can leave now.” He informed coldly.

Maverick’s eyes trailed over his son’s face, and he could tell he had failed, failed as a Father.

“My company, Blaze, you need to come oversee it.” He informed and watched