“Sorry, sir. She refused to come nicely.”
Reality begins to sink in when I see my father. His eyes are shrouded beneath the rim of a dark hat, his hands clenching and unclenching over the rim of the open door. Since he makes a living in this town’s underbelly and threatening others, one would think having nerves of steel came with the territory.
The evidence says otherwise.
An air of doom clogs my lungs. Something is wrong, only I can’t tell what. I look around for a bigger threat than his goon but see nothing.
One thing I do know though is if there is trouble, this man is never anyone’s solution.
“Father. Say what you came to say and then leave.”
This is a disaster just waiting to happen.
I swallow while peering up at him, apparent disgust sliding across his face. “
