Anita's dad held his jaw, his face still a bloody mess, but even that didn't satisfy Vince. He deserved to be beaten even more.
“My insurance is not gonna cover all this. You'll be paying for anything I have to come up with out of pocket." His face screwed up when he touched his nose.
“You got it. I'll get you money," Vince's dad said too quickly—too desperately.
Vince nearly growled at how Anita's dad's eyes seem to flicker at that. “But to overlook the fact that your boy came into my daughter's room with drugs—brought drugs around my little boys is gonna be hefty."
Vince scoffed. This guy was now going to act like he cared about any of his kids. “The only thing you cared about when you saw the drugs was—"
“Enough Vincent!" His dad raised his voice. “Go outside."
“Dad—"
“Outside!"
