Dead or alive.

Angus pov

That motherfucker.

I don't care about minor injuries; I never did, but to say I enjoy returning home near death would be a fucking lie.

The axe stuck in my thigh is nothing but a reminder that my throat wasn't near as lucky as my leg.

I didn't do shit to deserve such treatment. Firstly, technically, I was camping and minding my own business. All I needed was some time to figure out the next step and how to get my sister back to our father.

But now, not only do I return home empty-handed, but also wounded and about to bleed to death if I don't get medical help within a few minutes.

Thank God, the guards clear the road as soon as my car approaches the gated community and send a number of servants to await my arrival at the main entrance.

I don't step out of the car; no, I fucking fall out of it, gasping for air.

"Get the medics!" Someone shouts at the top of their lungs as dozens of heavy footsteps approach me.

My vision blurs; the only thing I can think about is my fath