Chapter Eighteen

Ricky’s POV

“You don’t look so well, Father.” I began as we stopped in front of the table. Our discussion could wait, his health was more paramount.

“It’s nothing to concern yourselves with, boys.” My father began, coughing slightly. “You have more important things to worry about. Besides, I’m in good hands. My wife and doctors take care of me already.”

“The doctor said you were getting better,” Jules began this time. “But you look far from it. You should be self-healing by now but it doesn’t seem to be happening.”

“I got tired of lying in bed all day, so I threatened the doctor to discharge me else I would have his family hanged first thing tomorrow morning.” My father replied in a serious tone and I couldn’t figure out if he was calling bluff or telling the truth.

But knowing the kind of man he was, I wasn’t going to leave it to chance.

“These men aren’t from our pack and from the way they’re suited up, it’s almost as if you’re expecting to head into war anytime soon.” I looked