Jimmy's POV
Jensen's grin stretched wider, as though he was actually hoping I'd choke the life out of him right here.
The entire scene had everyone around us quaking with fear.
Rumors had circulated for years that the Hamilton bloodline was cursed with madness. Clearly, this old man and I were living proof.
"Mr. Hamilton!" A bodyguard finally broke, unable to stay silent.
If I actually killed Jensen here and now, all of Bonnie City would be in chaos by dawn.
The guard's cry snapped me back to my senses.
My grip released suddenly. Jensen stumbled back, gasping and hacking violently.
"Why... why didn't you go through with it? Don't tell me you're too chicken to be branded a patricide!" Jensen wheezed.
I dropped my gaze, studying my own hands without a word. These same hands had been covered in Evelin's blood just hours before.
Being called a father-killer didn't scare me. What terrified me was that if I actually murdered my own father here, I'd never be worthy of Eve.
