STEVEN's POV.
I least expected Godfather to yell at me, talk less of raising his arms and hitting me across my face.
I stared at the door, even though he left already, and the anger swelling in me was enough to kill anyone, or anything.
How dare he?
How dare he slap me?
I glared at Noone for no reason at all, before my phone rang, cutting through the silence, and allowing me to think straightforwardly for the next few minutes.
"Hey bae" Tasha's voice came and I smiled.
"Hey love, How are you?" I asked her and she sighed.
"I'm feeling a bit off, thinking about heading to the pharmacy later" She mumbled.
"Oh okay" I said, knowing where the conversation was leading to.
"I'll be needed like 5" She said and I blinked.
"Hundred?" I asked and she scoffed.
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