“I’ll find her on my own then,” I snapped.
“No, you won’t,” he said, amused that I even thought that. “Guess I can always just make sure she knows that you won’t ever change your ways.”
Was he goading me? Really?
“What the fuck do you want?” I said, turning around without warning. My dark eyes blazed with hatred and fury at this man I called my father.
“I told you,” he said calmly. He waited for a moment before speaking again. “Are you ready to listen?”
“You don’t give me much choice,” I stated harshly.
“Alright,” he sighed, running a hand down his face. “You are going to get cleaned up. Since your main income source is no longer up and running, you will put your efforts into that club of yours. You will keep money coming in. Youwilllive, and be ready for when your wife returns. And you will keep an open mind when she does.”
“You think running my club is going to change anything?” I asked, not getting what he was trying to do. Who cared what kind of money I brought in anymore?
“No,” he said through his nose. “It’ll give you something to do. You can’t wallow in self-misery. You will get things back in order and live life like you did before she ever came into our lives.”
“For what? So, she can see I don’t want her? So she can see just how fucked this family is?” I asked sarcastically. At least I was no longer filled with heartbreak. Pure anger ran through my body as hot as ever. “I am not going back to how things were before her. There is no chance in Hell that I will do that. Ever.”
I hadn’t known what I was missing until I had it.
“You will keep on living to make sure you have something for her when she returns,” Dad stated.
“There’s no point!” I yelled, my voice echoing in my ringing ears. “She left me. You won’t tell me why, or where she went. She won’t be back unless I drag her ass back here. Then I’ll whip said ass so much she won’t ever think about running again.”
Before I knew what happened, my father’s fist hit my face with such force, I was knocked sideways into the wall. My hand clenched at my side as I glared daggers at the man. My heart beating rapidly inside my chest.
“You will never raise a hand to her,” Dad seethed. “And if you keep up that line of thinking, I won’t bring her back. It won’t matter that our entire family is heartbroken by her leaving.”
With that, he turned and left me in the hallway, steaming with anger and shock.
He had never hit me before. My father had never raised his hand to me. Ever. Even with being a man of power, the Don of this family, he had never raised a hand in anger at any of his family members.
Until now.
