Efrain POV
“The f*ck you just said? Say it again?" my dad spat.
Slower, drawing out my words so my i***t dad could understand, I said, “I… gave… the… girl… away."
My dad grabbed his glass of whiskey off of his desk, downed it, and then stood up. He waddled over to me and had to stand on his tiptoes just to meet my eye level. I wasn't intimidated.
“YOU JUST GAVE HER AWAY?" he screamed, spittle splashing my nose and mouth.
“She was an inconvenience, Father," I smirked. That only caused his face to turn a brighter shade of red.
My father backed away from me and brought my eyes directly in front of his. He knew he couldn't fight me. He started pacing in circles.
“Do you know how much we could've sold her for?!" he asked.
“Probably a lot," I said carelessly. It was great seeing my fat
