Chapter Ninety-Two
Malachi's POV
After breakfast, Pa Wood summoned us to his study. The us in question being me, Mario, Travis, Tom, and Pa Wood himself. The power players of the Blackwood family. Or what was left of them.
The study felt smaller with all of us in it. Tension made the air thick, suffocating. Travis sat slumped in a chair near the window, looking like he wished he could disappear. Mario stood near the fireplace, his earlier confidence from breakfast restored now that we were away from the women. Tom took position by Pa Wood's desk, arms crossed. And I remained near the door, watching. Calculating.
Pa Wood sat behind his massive desk, his fingers steepled in front of him. The disappointment radiating off him was palpable.
"Travis," father said, breaking the heavy silence. His voice was cold. Cutting. "I'm so disappointed in you."
Travis flinched but said nothing.
