Submissive Assassin Book 2 (BxB)

"When did you get here?"

Nate was taken aback by the sudden presence of his son that he hadn't seen since yesterday. After the argument, Charles' had left the home and hadn't returned since, and Nate didn't expect him to be here, in Lucius' base. There was no way Lucius would have allowed for him to stay here. However, there was still some background hostility behind Nate's tone, and it was clear with his narrowed eyes, that he was not completely over what happened yesterday.

Charles' had recently left Asher's room after he had fallen asleep. He agreed to leave and grab a few of his belongings from his home, and bring them back to maybe stay with Asher for a few days. It was supposed to have been a secret, but he hadn't expected for Nate to have returned upstairs from the underground prison.

Before he could respond, Nate's eyes narrowed as he added, "Who let you in?"

"What does it matter who let me in?" Charles was clearly not over the situation either. He had been punched by his own father—granted, he was being a pain. But regardless, he had always had a positive relationship with his father, and never had they laid hands on one another. There was no way he was going to forgive him for this one. "Did you come here for me?"

"Obviously no, but—"

"Then mind your business," Charles scoffed, rolling his eyes as he attempted to walk past Nate. He should have known that the tensions were much too high since yesterday, for Nate to allow that to slide.

Nate stepped in his path, his eyebrows raised in shock. "I am minding my business since you're my son."

Even though that metallic arm had folded into a fist, Charles had way too much rage in his bones that he no longer cared. "I'm over eighteen, even the law doesn't recognize that." All Nate did was huff sharply through his nose, his lips curled as he stared back intensely at his son. From the tension, there was no way their relationship would be solved anytime soon. Especially when Charles snapped, "And don't act like you care all of a sudden when you almost ruined my fucking relationship."

"You ruined your relationship with your own family and you don't care about it at all."

"Because I don't want anything to do with you," Charles spat harshly, getting into his face without hesitation. "How much more do I have to be rude to you for you to get the most obvious fucking message?!"

Nate had to glance elsewhere, and Charles's knew he was thinking about landing another punch on him. He had never been frightened of his father, because his father had always been an angel. But now, after that sucker punch, he really wanted to get into a brawl to see how strong he was compared to Nate.

That was why he egged on, "Oh, you want to hit me again?"

It was evident Nate was growing angrier by the second, from the tightenede jawline that began to tremble even more. "Charles, you know I never meant to do th—"

Before he could finish his sentence, his voice was cut when Charles' suddenly reached for his shoulders and tried shoving him backwards. Instead, it just appeared as though Charles' hit both his own shoulders since Nate did not move an inch.

Charles wasn't certain what was happening to him, but maybe it was the built up guilt that he felt much stronger this morning, making him feel unbelievably nauseous and wanting to explode. Maybe it was the deception not only to Asher but to every member of his family because of what he had done with Kane the day before.

It was fuelling a fire in the pits of his stomach, that fire started to rampage through his arteries, and the perfect person to direct all of it towards was his despised father.