Crossing my arms across my chest, I glare at the man in front of me. He stands in the middle of the living room with his usual suit on. I haven’t looked at Mother yet. I know she’s glaring at me. I can feel the heat of her eyes on every inch of my skin. If my dad didn’t get me so riled up, I would run away from her in fear.
“Aren’t you happy to see me?” He tsks and places his hands in his pockets.
“Seeing you is worse than getting cockblocked,” I mutter.
My mother gasps lowly and grips my forearm.
“Leonidas, that is not how I raised you to talk.” She tries to talk boldly, but her voice cracks at the end.
My sperm donor raises an eyebrow in amusement. “Athena, please let him continue. I want to hear what he has to say.”
My hands clench into fists. “How about you get on with why you’re here?”
He barks out a laugh, and Mom pulls me closer to her body.
“Why am I here?” His smile immediately drops, and he takes an intimidating step closer to me. He sneers in my face. “What have you done? You know the chaos you’ve caused? Your ugly-ass face is on every damn magazine, talking about your secret girlfriend.”
Seeing Dad this way used to bring me down. I would wonder what I did wrong. I would pray that my real dad would come back, but no matter how hard I prayed, he didn’t change. That was a hard pill to swallow. With time, you get used to the pain and questions. I’m numb to him now. His words don’t cut as deep as they used to.
“I don’t understand why I can’t post on my own Instagram account,” I argue back.
“The Leo that everyone sees should always be available. That’s what the female population likes!” His voice booms, and I nearly flinch back.
“Does it look like I give a fuck what they want? I don’t give a damn if I make them tear up because I have a life.”
“Maybe it’s time you care.” He points his finger in my chest and stares wildly at me. “You’ve caused so much trouble for nothing. The team is pissed off at you. I’ve told you countless times to never disobey them!”
“I want my freedom.”
I watch as his chest rises up and down because of his anger.
His brown hair falls in his face. Pushing it back, he laughs. “All this for just a girl who has stretch marks on her hips? Thought you could do better, son.”
The moment that disgusting statement about Trinity leaves his mouth, I see red. I can’t hear anything, just the fast heartbeat in my ears. I stride to him. When my fist slams into his left eye, Mom lets out the loudest scream I’ve ever heard before.
I don’t care that she’s begging me to stop. I don’t give a shit if he’s my dad. No one talks about Trinity like that.
They’ll be eating their own teeth if they do.
“You bastard,” I grit out. My fist wraps around the collar of his dress shirt, pushing him up against the wall. I knee him right in his dick. “I never want to hear a single thing about Trinity leave your fucking mouth again. You’d better give me one good reason why I shouldn’t punch out all your teeth and make you swallow them.”
“Her pussy is that good, huh?” he taunts me in my face, ignoring my question. “Is it that good to ruin your damn career?”
I would give up my heart for Trinity. I would rather suffer than see her suffer. I would climb mountains or swim the entire fucking Atlantic Ocean for that girl.
I wouldn’t even give a second thought to quitting what I just started because I know without her in my life, I’ll never be happy. Hearing Dad talk about Trinity like she’s a damn piece of meat makes me feel the angriest I’ve ever felt.
I’ve never looked at her stretch marks in distaste. They’re beautiful. They’re a reminder of her growth and how tall she’s become. No woman should be embarrassed or insecure about that. As my fist meets his face, I think about how he probably thought about Trinity’s pussy. I bet he would get with her, and that makes me want to hurl.
I want to hurt him, hurt him so badly that he’ll have to get plastic surgery to fix his face.
“Bro!” I hear Elijah yell somewhere behind me, but I focus my attention on the devil in front of me.
He fights me back. His fists punch my face and stomach. No matter how hard he throws, I’ll always be stronger, and I’ll always cause more pain.
“Stop!”
Hands grip my arms, and they pull back. I fight back. When two pairs of hands pull, I stagger back from Dad’s body. He falls onto the floor and groans. His face is a mess with his own blood.
