This was harsher and more ruthless than he had imagined.
Marcus seemed to recognize his father for the first time, disbelief filling his eyes.
Old Elton wearily sat back in his chair, waved his hand as if all his strength had been drained:
"Go... do as I said, to survive... the family must survive."
Kohl nodded, gave a complicated look at his almost-exploding brother, picked up the satellite phone, and quickly walked out.
The study was left with just the father and son.
Marcus suddenly grabbed the revolver on the table, not pointing it at his father but instead smashing it fiercely into the floor, breaking the expensive oak planks.
"Coward!" he growled at his father, storming out of the study without looking back and slamming the door shut.
Old Elton Breloque sat alone in the vast study, the firelight from the fireplace flickering on his face. He slowly picked up an aged family photo from the desk, his fingers trembling as he caressed it.
