Dominic stiffened when the man locked eyes with him. He definitely reminded him of the man the night before that was the scariest guy he’d ever met.
“Listen to me, punk. If you dare hurt this family, you will have the Macleans all over your ass, and I guarantee you won’t survive. So show some fucking respect.”
“How long are you staying?” Faith asked as she patted her husband’s arm.
“A few more minutes,” Dominic said.
“Will you come back?” Angelica asked.
“There’s nothing for me here until your mother dies, so why would I?”
Fuck, one of the men jumped on him before he could move and punched him in the jaw and stomach. They had to pull the man off him. Dominic stood up, righted his clothing, and then set the chair upright before he sat back down. Dominic tried to look calm as he blotted the cut on his lip.
“You need to realize something, boy. Do you think you had it rough? I’d love to see how you act when you know how they were all treated.”
Dominic snorted. “What? They didn’t get a pony?” he asked sarcastically. Damn, why did he have to act like a bastard?
One of the girls talked about their bad childhood, and he rolled his eyes. The thought of these women getting that kind of treatment was obscene.
One of his mother’s men stepped in and told him a few things that shocked him. His father always made it sound like they were having the time of their lives and were spoiled rotten.
His stomach tightened when the youngest daughter asked if he would talk privately with the three.
He shrugged. “Sure.”
“Follow us,” Angelica said.
“I’ll be outside the door,” Graham said.
“What, you don’t trust me not to hurt my sisters?” Dominic grinned.
“Fuck no, I don’t trust you. You come in and judge them by what your father told you even though you know what a bastard he was, and you act like a spoiled, vindictive child.”
That hit home for him and made him feel slightly ashamed. The shame turned to fear when the man threatened him again with a bullet in the brain.
Dominic needed to get the conversation over with and head out for now. There were too many emotions and too many people.
Dominic walked through the door into what looked like a sitting room.
“Have a seat,” Faith said.
He walked to the farthest chair against the wall and sat. His sister turned a few chairs around to face him.
“I’m not sure why you’re here,” Faith said. “I’m hoping it’s to get to know us, but I won’t hold my breath if you’re anything like our father.”
Fuck, that hurt.
He shrugged and smiled. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do. I was looking for Father, but no one will tell me where he is.”
“The bastard’s dead,” Hope said. “That’s all you need to know.”
He had a feeling he was gone.
“I have a question,” Angelica said. “Tell us a normal day in the life of Dominic, and then we’ll tell you ours.”
He almost snorted. “We’ll compare our traumatic childhoods and see which is worse?”
“It will give us ideas on what the other might be feeling,” she said.