Bradley's Father's POV))

I couldn't believe the incompetence my boy had. How dare he defy my rule and order by placing a knife against my throat as if he were to run things around here? Fury, fury engulfed my thoughts, my body, my mind and soul. But being frozen with such anger was completely astounding to me. A whole new experience in fact. I've been angered of course before but to see my own creation hate me and attempt to intimidate me? I could not bare it.

"Put the knife down now" I said in a stern and firm manner in my tone so my bastard son got the message that I wasn't just kidding around. He did not listen, in fact he dared to reply with "or what?"..... I stayed quiet. I had no need to speak further because karma arrived quicker than expected. My trusted butler snuck behind my damned son and immobilized him. He grabbed Bradley's arm that held the knife, twisting it til he let go. I thought it was over but imagine my shock to hear a gut wrenching crack. I then realized my boys arm was dangling in a odd manner. My son flinched and yelped whilst holding his now dislocated shoulder. I stepped in and looked at my butler "step away it's enough, I'll take it from here" I informed as the butler bowed and stepped away from the situation.

For a little context, my butler is named Atlas, he's roughly 37 years old and when I had met him he was 21 , dirt poor, homeless and on the verge of death. I had offered him a place to stay and a job as my butler to which he quickly took up the offer. I honestly didn't mean to offer him so much but when you're drunk your mind let's you do outrageous things. But he took care of me when I had my hang over so I decided to let him stay. I got to know more about him and his life as he worked here over the past 16 years. He's been nothing but loyal and devoted. I could've made him a body guard considering he told me he had military experience but he denied the other and stayed as a butler.

I'm not an idiot, I know Atlas is in love with me. Yet he doesn't make me uncomfortable so I keep him around. He is excellent at his job and completes tasks perfectly so there isn't a need to fire him. I know you can't control your feelings when it comes to romance either so I don't give Atlas shit for his crush, but my son on the other hand cannot marry a man. It just isn't possible for him to create a biological heir with another man. It just isn't right that he's willing to risk the business my father had worked so hard to build all because of some random delinquent.

Now that I look at him and my son both, Atlas seems to have this odd disliking for my boy. I assume it's because he's the product of my late wife and I. "Go get checked out in the infirmary." Was all I said to my son. "Fuck you..." he spat of. I glanced up seeing Atlas look at me, he wanted to get my look of approval. I shook my head no denying him the pleasure to hurt my son anymore. He nodded in response and stayed in place holding his hands behind his back. " Atlas, tell the kitchen to get dinner ready for me. Im absolutely famished" I sighed as he nodded and left without a word. I had a different maid come in to help my stupid son to the infirmary.

Atlas had dislocated his shoulder. I had guessed right. He should be fine eventually but for now he can learn how to restrain himself from being an absolute hooligan and threatening to kill people. He needs to learn humility. This boy is going to get no where with the pride he's established. And after all these years, all these punishments and attempting to shatter his ego so he knows that he isn't some grand super natural being, he still acts as if he runs the world and is able to kill whoever he wants and do whatever he pleases as if it's not going to severely effect both him and the company. I need to figure out a different way to punish him. Something bigger and bolder than before to get him off this high horse he has built for himself.

I'm not stupid either, I understand why he's acting out but I can't understand why he's acting out now when this behavior is much more normal in teenagers. The immaturity my son has now makes me genuinely think I fucked up on raising a kid, my father did a perfect job on me and I used the same tactics on my boy but I got nothing out of it. He just acts like a angsty teen all day and night. It genuinely pisses me off to no extent.

I was reading a book in my room until dinner was ready, I had headed down stairs only to find my son sitting at the other end of the table wearing a specialized cast for shoulder dislocations. I chuckled softly as I mentioned "you look like a mummy" and he quickly spat out "you look like you're decaying" I didn't let his pathetic commentary get to me but instead I replied "I look rather youthful for being 40, mean while you're 22 with one to many gray hairs. I suggest you dye your hair immediately" I said as he chuckled " oh jeez, that's going to be hard to do with one arm, I might just have to call Max to help me out" he smiled. That comment annoyed me so I replied "don't get your hair done by someone who's hair looks like a rats nest. You'll ruin your entire appeal for the woman I'm trying to arrange you with" and he always had these quick responses to everything I said "thank you for giving me another reason to have him fix my hair, I don't want a woman after all" his urgency to piss me off was amazing. Startling in fact. "Keep up this attitude with me and watch what happens" I threatened and yet again he replied " what are you going to do? Dislocate my other shoulder? Shoot me again? Attempt to kill Max one more time?" He asked.

"The world is a filthy place, if I killed him off it would become much cleaner" I said sighing as if it were a dream of mine. " so poetic, you kill the only two people I care about and expect me to love you" he replied. I glared at him "listen I don't care that you don't love, I don't seek your approval or affection, I just want this business to stand strong" "and I want you to die, seems like neither of us are getting what we wanted" he shrugged and continued to say his dinner silently. " Well I don't want you to die, I hope you know that son" I said calmly. He had no rebuttal this time. Instead he paused for a second mid bite of his food taking in my statement and fully processing it. I don't blame him, after all I had some what of a similar conversation with my father. We were also strained but he made it clear he wanted me alive, he only said that after I had recovered from a past suicide attempt.

Seeing my son act the way he is reminds me of how I was back in my high school years.

We really are cut from the same cloth....