"How? But you… How?"
"That's a long story. But first, I want to ask you something."
"Okay."
"Do you still want to be with me?" The words come out in a whisper. I'm too afraid of the answer.
Daddy smiles at me, and my eyes mist over. I didn't think I'd see that smile directed at me ever again.
"I do. I told you, Sebastian, you're mine. You're my Sebastian, my boy, and now my murderous little, too."
"Murderous little. I like that."
He smiles again, and I hate that we have to continue this conversation, because I know where it's heading. But first…
"How did you found me last night? Did you follow me?" I don't let him answer before saying, "No, it can't be. I would have known if I was being followed."
"I received a message."
I still.
Grinding my teeth, I try to stop myself from snapping or going on a killing spree. The number of people who could've sent my Daddy a message with my location… I can count them on one hand. Whoever they are, they'll pay.
"Can I see the message?"
Daddy retrieves his phone from the bedroom and hands it to me. I'm seething as I read the texts.
"I'll fucking stab him twice!" I explode.
"Who? Hey, what's going on?" Daddy asks, watching me get angrier by the second.
"My father! This is the second time he's pulled something like this. I swear, I'll fucking stab him."
"Your father? These messages were sent by your father?"
"Yes."
"It was him last night."
"What?"
"A man showed up and said he'd take care of the body. His voice sounded familiar, but I didn't recognize it."
"At least he did one good thing," I murmur. Maybe I'll stab him only once after all.
Daddy looks at me with a strange expression, like I've lost my mind. Oh, he doesn't know.
"My dad taught me everything I need to know," I say proudly.
"Your dad turned you into an assassin?" Daddy sounds horrified.
I mean, from a normal human point of view, I guess itwouldseem scary. Maybe. I'm not sure.
"He did it because I asked," I say in a much smaller voice now.
I hate the uncertainty. It feels like one wrong word will send my Daddy running for the hills. Or to the police.
Daddy takes a few deep breaths, composing himself.
