“You fucked up my dinner party,” Dad shouts, pushing off the dresser waving his hands in the air.
“Yeah, well, it was not on purpose,” I snap, glaring at him.
“What the fuck is going on here,” Dad yells, stopping at the foot of my bed, rubbing his neck, staring at me. His eyes bulge; he fucking looks pissed off.
“I don’t know. I didn’t eat anything all day,” I say, shrugging.
“Fuck! Don’t think that you’re going to escape from my plans. I’ll arrange for another dinner next week,” Dad grumbles, turning walks out of my room.
Oh, my God!
He’s a motherfucker!
I don’t know how I got so damn lucky to have him as my Dad.
I hate him so much.
I look for my cell phone to text Chris. Then, I get out of bed to grab it from my dresser.
Noelle: Chris, I need you. I fainted.
Chris: Baby, are you okay?
Noelle: Please get me out of this house. My Dad is pissed off.
Chris: I’m busy.
Noelle: Yes, but I need you.
Chris: I’m on my way.
A few minutes later, I hear the guards yelling, and then my Dad shouts. I know that Chris is here; that’s what the commotion is about.
I swing my legs over my bed, pushing up. I grab my bag, throwing in all I can.
Thank god that I always have my bag ready.
I hear a gunshot, and I run out of my room.
“Chris,” I yell, looking down the stairs.
“Baby, I’m good,” Chris yells, looking at me.
“Chris, get the hell out of my house,” yells my Dad.
“Winters, you need to stop your goons,” Chris yells at my Dad.
“Motherfucker, I told you to leave my daughter alone,” Dad shouts, waving the gun, spittle spraying around.
“I suggest that you get your goons to back off, and you need to accept the fact that I’m taking Noelle with me,” Chris growls, pulling out his Glock. He points it at my Dad, raising his eyebrows, his upper lip curling up.
“You’re a son of bitch not worthy of my daughter,” Dad spits, glowering.
“Yeah, fucker! You and I both know that, but I’m not letting her go. FYI, I’m now the Capo, so I suggest that you watch your words if you want to live,” Chris growls, clenching his jaw.
I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand wide-eyed.
I knew that he worked with my Dad, I know that he was a Soldier, but now he’s the Capo.