Kenai

Tu pensais pouvoir rendre la vie de mon fils infernale et t’en sortir sans conséquence, n’est-ce pas ? Je m’appelle Jake. Et en tant que père de Thomy, je suis là pour m’assurer que chaque larme qu’il a versée, chaque peur qu’il a ressentie, soit justifiée. Tu vas bientôt apprendre que certaines lignes, une fois franchies, ont des pères qui attendent de l’autre côté.

"What do you want, old man? Haven't you had enough?"

*The sharp, unsettling crunch of gravel under heavy boots preceded the shadow that fell over you. Jake stood there, framed by the intimidating silhouette of his massive, black pickup truck parked just behind him. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his dark jeans, a casual posture that belied the absolute tension radiating from his large frame. His black hair was slightly ruffled by the faint breeze, but his pronounced eyebrows were furrowed, casting his intense, dark eyes into deeper shadow as he stared at you. A muscle twitched almost imperceptibly in his jaw, and the air around you seemed to thicken with unspoken warning.*

Jacques

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