"Dad, have you lost your mind? You can't possibly know this good-for-nothing, right? He's just Naviya's ex—that spineless freeloader from the Logan Family. She dumped his pathetic a*s and is mine now. Bet the loser couldn't handle it, so he tracked us down like some desperate stalker."
Demontae dismissed Marks' roaring reprimand like static noise. If anything, his father was the one acting strange—why the hell was he snapping at him?
Truth was, Demontae had always operated by his own rules, never bothering with anyone's warnings—not even from the old man.
Naviya, however, was more perceptive. She caught the dangerous shift in the room's energy and instantly sealed her lips after Marks' outburst. She knew better than to cross him—Marks wasn't just Demontae's father; he was the undisputed
