I stop, panting. Dad is looking at me as though I’m a dog that’s just spoken in perfect English. “Wow, look at you,” he says. “My little dove, all grown up.”
“f**k you,” I snap. “Don’t call me that.”
“But you used to love when I called you my little dove,” he whispers. He sounds genuinely confused for a second, like he can’t understand why I wouldn’t like it anymore. “So I was right. You let this goombah get a baby on you. That was not a good idea, Colleen.” He sighs, rubbing his hands together. “After I kill your boyfriend, I will kill you. And after I kill you, I will kill Carlo’s f**k-ugly mother and his little crippled sister. Then I will take over this city once and for all. These are all facts, Colleen, things you can’t change no matter how many temper tantrums you throw.”
“Look a
