T W E N T Y - O N E

They soon got home and Richard hurried up the stairs to his room. But surprisingly, his father was home. He stopped in his tracks as his father stood at the entrance with his arms leaning against the wall.

"To the office." He instructed him and Richard looked to see Aspen staring back at him too. With skepticism, he reluctantly followed his father who had a stiff back. Richard noticed this and he knew that for his father to be tense like this, it is not a good sign.

They got into the office and his father took a seat, his face void of any emotion and his eyes cold like ice.

"Lock the door." He ordered, his voice sounding like frost. Richard swallowed hard and locked the door. He turned to his father, hope he was not going to turn to a beast and prey on him?

He rubbed his palm against his trousers and took a seat before him. His father studied him with eyes narrowed into slits for a while before moving to lean on the desk.

"We are done with the deal with Floyd. We will be returning bac