I stare at my father, blood dripping down my temple, and dare to smile. "You should be thanking me, old man," I snarl, my voice low and defiant, as I use the cuff of my expensive jacket to wipe the blood off my forehead.
Robin is purple with rage. The veins in his neck are throbbing, and his face is mottled red with uncontrollable anger. He yells: "Thank you for what, huh?!" He points a trembling finger at me. "You will be the downfall of our family!"
That verdict? That humiliation? I refuse to accept it. I shove myself up from the armchair, wiping the last smear of blood seeping down my head. My own aura is as imposing as Robin's now.
I scoff. "What downfall? More than half of their shipping companies will be ours, and their territory will be ours." I state it as fact, the undeniable truth of my victory.
Robin looks at me with profound disapproval. His jaw is set, his lips thin. "And how do you intend to achieve this? Please tell me. Tell me this brilliant master plan of yours."
