Jamey
“Dad please” I said, blood dripping down my nose.
Tied to a chair in the living room of my apartment, my nose broken, lip busted and wrist sore.
“You think you run this organization,you don’t. You think your mother loved you, She didn’t. You think you’re going to escape this merger and marriage, definitely not.” My father’s voice echoed in my living room.
I watch as my father stood infront of me enjoying the sight of his son being beaten up by goons.
“I’m in charge, I make the rules, I make the f*****g rules. So if Goodman says yes, you say yes. Do I make myself f*****g clear?” He yelled at the top of his voice.
“You’re a horrible father” I said laughing.
Out of nowhere I hear a laugh, raising my head and squinting my eyes I realize my father didn’t come alone. Catching th
