Chapter Ninety-Seven: May The Best Man Win

Lucas was beyond pissed with himself and most especially with his son.

He clenched and unclenched his fists several times as he tried to maintain his composure in order not to slam his fist into Gunner’s face.

Gunner knew how much he hated being lied to and yet for months, he had consistently lied to his face, and like a gullible fool, Lucas had believed every word he had said without trying to figure out if his son had been lying or not and now, that decision was going to haunt him.

“You lied to my face, Gunner.” Lucas was visibly shaking with anger. “For several months, you stood in front of me and you lied over and over again. Not for once, did you consider the impact your decision would have in the future and here we are, at a crossroads.”

“I’m sorry, father. I just—“ Gunner began.