“Move,” I snapped.
He didn’t.
“Yuna, stop.”
“Get out of my way.”
“It’s Ares.”
My body froze.
“What?”
“It’s Ares Delacroix you have to marry.”
Rage flooded in so fast it burned.
“Then that’s even worse.”
He grabbed my arm when I tried to push past him again.
“I’m not doing this,” I told him.
He lost patience and pinned me to the wall. His hand was under my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Listen to me. You are going to get clean and do as I say from here on out, now that you know what’s happening.”
“I don’t need your help.”
“Yes, you do.”
“I am nobody’s pawn.”
“You are,” he said coldly. “Now embrace it.”
I stared at him like he had betrayed me.
“This marriage is bigger than you,” he continued. “I got other shit going on. I’m about to take over. Get rid of the old heads. I need you to fall in line.”
He let me go.
Walked away.
I sat in the backseat of my father’s Rolls after that.
Door closed.
Tinted windows.
I cried while smoking a blunt.
Not cute tears.
Ugly ones.
He opened the door and slid in beside me.
“You’re my babygirl,” he said quietly.
