I looked at him, God I could see fire and thunder in his eyes.
I removed my hand slowly from my dress.
"Do you have a problem with this here, Amber?" his tone held mockery.
"Just let her go ", he said more calmly.
"Why?", he questioned.
"Because she's my -", he stops and swallows
"We're married dad, I can't let another man see her-",
"You know the fucken traditions out here, Amber, you bring a girl home, you bring her to the club; that's the law", his father snapped.
Amber sighed frustratedly, running his hands through his hair.
"Dad...."
"Or do you want her to end up like that other girl of yours?", he questioned.
There was a thick atmosphere that held things I couldn't explain, but it was toxic.
"f**k", Amber yelled and walked out of the office slamming the door behind him l
