My father snarls and swings back at him. Axton moves quicker though, seeing it coming before hitting him again. His hands grab my father’s shirt, ripping him toward him and headbutting him. The resounding crack of their heads clashing makes my teeth ache as my father goes down like a sack of potatoes. Cane erupts with laughter, making me look at him. He lifts his glass and nods.
“Well, I guess your mate doesn’t hate you as much as I thought,” he chuckles. Osiris groans and looks over at Axton, then shakes his head and lifts his hand, waving his guards over.
“Get him out,” he orders, and they grab my father.
“Really, Axton, this better not be in the f*****g papers tomorrow!” Osiris snaps.
“If it is, I’m sure your reputation will still stand, Osiris. You’re good at putting the blame
