Dawn
“Please,” Dad pleads, and with a nod of his head, one of Vincent’s men placed the tap back on his mouth.
“I am sorry that it had to be this way, Dad. Your selfishness is what made you do this. I hope things will be different between us.” I tell him as my eyes sting.
I blink back fat tears that threaten to fall. He keeps disappointing me every chance he gets.
Do I want him to die?
I tap Vincent; he leans closer to me.
“Just send him to prison. I know what he did is bad, but I don't want his blood on your hands.”
“What a lie that is. You still care about him despite everything, but princess, you have to learn how things are done around here. I can keep sugarcoating you about the type of man that I am.” He whispers back, and his tongue licks my ear, earning a gasp from me.
