“She deserves more than this.”
“Watch your tone. You’ve been like a son to me, but don’t forget your place. My daughter is not your concern.”
“Oh, because she’s yours? You’re prostituting your daughter to save your fucking ass, Nate. I can see Donovan putting her up to this, but you?”
“Leave now and go cool down. I will deal with you later.”
Breckin scoffs, tucking his gun into the waistband of his joggers. His long angry strides have him leaving the room in a second. “Cortes, go make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”
“You mean besides this?” I quip.
Donovan and dad shoot me sharp looks, warning me to shut the fuck up. I giggle and wait for Dad to get on with the rest of this miserable meeting.
“Donnie. Burn some steam off in the gym. I need a word with your sister.”
Without hesitation, Donovan moves to leave. His blue eyes, twins of our mother’s, meet mine. I’m missing something about this entire ordeal. Donovan’s unease and Dad’s lack of control are unsettling. Breckin was right; it’s not like we haven’t taken care of our fair share of cops.
My dad’s eyes bore into
mine as if he’s waiting for me to spill my feelings about what they’d tasked me
with.
“Boss.”
“Are you going to explain to me whatever the fuck just happened?”
So that’s what this chat is about, and he wants the truth from the horse’s mouth.
“Do you really want to know?” I mirror my dad’s calm expression, aware my irritation is most likely front and center.
“Fix your face. You learned that look from me, and I don’t appreciate the sarcasm in your eyes.” He finishes with a smirk, earning one hell of a glare from me.
“Better, boss?”
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” His question evokes the conversation I stumbled upon last night outside my father’s office, where my current resentment towards him originated.
I was walking through
the long hallway towards my bedroom when my mother’s voice broke the silence.
The door to my father’s office was slightly open, and two shadows moved on the
floor.
“Malia has a duty as a
wife, not a soldier, Nathaniel.” My mother’s disgusted tone as she said my name
summed up her thoughts on me.
“We are not discussing
this, Tawny. She is our daughter.”
It’s no surprise my
mother is still doing what she can to get rid of me. I’m a threat to her. She’s