Punish me

Jonathan

“What’s taking you so long?” I snapped into the phone. I had spent my whole day feeling like the walls were closing on me. As if I didn’t already have enough on my plate, my father wanted to have another private meeting with me. One to one. I wanted to tell him to go to hell, along with his son that had pulled me to the point of committing fratricide.

“Oh, hi, Jonathan. I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” Lachlan replied, his tone as dry as the desert.

I ignored it and bit out, “Its been almost a week. I need fucking answers.” I never thought I’d say this but it seemed my best friend was useless.

“Your brother is chomping at the bits.”

“I don’t care about my brother.” I gritted out. “Tell me if you found anything about Mila.”