"Who the f**k would invite you?" The man to Sinisters left said, his bleach blonde hair covered his eyes, and he took another step towards Luka, grazing Luka's cheek with the barrel of the pistol.
"I did." Another voice said. I adverted my eyes to watch as Sinisters father wheeled into the room. His face was calm, his grey hair was neat, his dark eyes were cool and calculated.
"What the f**k are you talking about?" Sinister asked, his eyes were angry and filled with hatred.
"I think it's about time that we let bygones be bygones. It's been many years since Luka and I had our altercation." His voice was calm, there wasn't of drop of anger or distaste in his eyes as he stared at his son. The son who shot him. The son who paralyzed him from the waist down.
You could sense the tension in t
