My father’s words ring in my head, the same as they’ve always done:
Your vulnerabilities make you a p***y.
And your aggression makes you a ticking time bomb.
No woman is ever gonna love you, you little motherfucker.
The only future you have is the future I give you. You belong to this mafia—not the other wayaround. Even after I die, you’ll belong to me.
I repeat the words in my head again. Strangely, they help me focus.
Still, I hate that he’s the voice in my head. My f*****g father and his ‘pearls of wisdom.’
Evie sees me lingering in the doorway runs towards me, her blonde curls flying behind her. She grabsmy hand and pulls me into the room with Charlotte.
I try not to wince when she calls me ‘Papa.’
The one small comfort I have at the moment is knowing that I
