74. Meeting

Cas’ pov

After Ripley left, it was time for my father to stop by. I didn’t want her to stay here for this. Partly because my father is an ass and can say the wrong thing, and I don’t want to have to lose my shit and tear a stitch when he does.

But also because I am not sure what we’re going to discuss. Ripley is a good person—the fucking best. Morally just and all that crap.

And I am a person who has operated in the gray area for a lot of years. Not good nor bad; morally, maybe not right, but legally fine. When I started working for my dad, I wanted to do things right and make a difference, but soon I realized there was no fucking point.

It wasn’t until I met Ripley that I felt the need to do better.

But if I had to resort to my old ways to save Ripley, River, and Rose, I’d do it. I’d never killed before, though, and I’d rather not break my promise to Ripley.

The door opened, and dad walked in like he owned the place.

“Dad….”

“Son…” He replied, looking like he gave a fuck. Was