KILLIAN POVIdling around at the biker lot, I kept staring at my phone, waiting for Mitch to miraculously call. I know it’s not even been a day, but I’m not a patient man.I took my eyes off it for a moment, and it rang. I looked, but it was my mum, not Mitch.“Hello, my boy.”“Mum.”“How are you doing, baby?”“I’m good, Mum. Why did you call?” I know it breaks her heart when I shut her out, but I can’t help it.“Your father wants you back home,” she said in a low voice.I slammed my palm against my bike’s handle. I knew her calling got something to do with that man. “It’s been over a week and he’s still at it? I told the old man I'm busy. Tell him to go to hell.”“Killian, please,” she pleaded down the line. “Don't hang up. I know how much you don’t get along with your father. But you need to come home, hear him out, please. Just for one night.”“He has nothing to say that I want to hear.”“It’s not just about him, baby,” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. “It’s also about m
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