Fuck you!” Victor had ahold of his son's ear and was forcibly dragging him to the space folder. His face was blood red. He was going to have the boy cut up into tiny pieces. He threw Antoni into the ship. “Don't you ever, ever embarrass me like that again! Do you hear me?” “Fuck you,” he spat in his father's face, and the man turned his lip up in disgust at the pungent smell of whiskey. The Emperor closed the space between them and pulled his son up by the collar. His face was less than an inch away, so close that breath was pouring over Antoni's face. “Sit down, Antoni, and don't say a fucking word until I tell you to, or so help me god you will visit the interrogators. The boy slumped down to the ground when his father let him go and promptly took a seat in the bench at the back of the ship. Magnus was behind the Emperor and took that chance to get into the ship and sit next to the boy. “I'll send an escort later for you,” Victor told the Jihadi, who left quickly. Victor sat down next to his son and kept his eyes straight.
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