Chapter 8

MADDOX LINCOLN

"You are coming Maddox, end of the discussion." My father's annoyingly sharp voice filled the room.I could feel his strong gaze on my back, my skin itching with irritation at his constant demand.

"Do you hear me?" He asked again, as if me not answering would stop his words from reaching my ear.I wish it could be the case.

"Maddox—

I turned around, passing him a glare which matches the intensity of his gaze.He is a 6 feet tall man, quite fit and buff as he had been since his early twenties and now going in his early forties yet there's very little difference in his appearance except for the freckles and wrinkles that have slowly started to appear.It is unbelievable to see him have those wrinkles on his forehead, for someone who has nothing to stress about.From what I remember, he has spent his life in a happy bubble of his own, something even mom was not part of.Pack work is handled smoothly since there is nothing to worry about and I am damn sure he gives zero fucks ab