Chapter 117
Dominic – POV I stared at the empty hallway for a minute, jaw clenched, fingers twitching like I needed something to break. That conversation with Tom kept echoing in my head—his smug-ass tone, the way he said I should "reconnect" with my father. Like the man hadn’t abandoned us. Like he wasn’t a f*****g ghost my mom had to scrape out of our lives with blood, sweat, and broken pieces of herself. I could still feel the heat rising in my chest, burning slow and deep. Part of me wanted to pace. The other part wanted to slam my fists into something solid until the anger bled out of me. But neither would help. I needed something stronger. Something to shut my brain the f**k off. My keys were already in my hand before I made the decision. Just one drink. I wasn’t planning to make a night of
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