Damn! That idiot!
He knew he could not trust Chase. What was he thinking? He supposed he acted out of his desperation. As far as he was concerned, it was his son's fault.
Lucas, you made me do this. You forced my hand.
Of course, he did not want any harm to happen to Andy. No, that was the last thing he wanted. That was not the plan.
Calm down, Frankie, before you have a heart attack. You can still fix this.
He merely hoped to ensure that his dumbass son would fulfill his wishes. But his son's stupid friend just had to fuck up such a simple task.
"When will my obstinate son accept his role in this family?" He earsplittingly shouted, slamming the glass of whiskey in his hand to the nearest wall.
How could his son be this stubborn? But he guessed he had learned that from him. Still, he wished his son would listen to him for once.
