A father's revenge

Previously

…He slid into the driver’s seat, the worn leather cool beneath his touch. The engine turned over with a low growl, a beast awakening. He glanced at Malachi, who was already looking out the window, fascinated by the passing lights. Taji’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles white. The road ahead beckoned, a ribbon of asphalt stretching into the unknown. He was a father, driven by a love so warped it had become a poison. He was a captor, stealing his own son. And he was a hunter, setting out on a path that would lead him to the woman he both craved and despised. The shadows of obsession had claimed him, and there was no turning back. The journey had begun.