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“Zara, sweetheart. This is all a misunderstanding. I can explain.”
I let out a malicious laugh. I can’t wait to unleash hell on him for everything he’s done. This is the least he deserves.
“A misunderstanding, Dad?” I step closer and Frankie falls behind me. He has my back, he always has. Unlike this asshole I call my father.
“You put me in a burning building. You killed your own fucking grandchild.”
My fist shakes by my side, and my grip tightens around the gun in my right hand.
He takes a step forward, and Frankie clears his throat behind me. “Go any closer to her and I’ll shoot you, George.”
Dad shakes his head, running a trembling hand through his greasy gray hair. He’s a damn mess.
“It wasn’t me! I tried to get Alex to keep you away. I didn’t have a clue.” His voice shakes. “Don’t do this Zara. It isn’t you. You didn’t mean to kill Ash. You aren’t anything like him.”
I follow his line of vision straight back to Frankie and my blood boils.
How fucking dare he.
My arm raises on its own, aiming my weapon at his forehead.
“You can’t even apologize for what you’ve done to me? Can you?” It hurts to say out loud.
His palms show in a sign of surrender. “You’re alive, aren’t you?”
I hear Frankie tutting behind me. The sound amplifies the pounding in my ears.
“I am, but my baby isn’t. Your grandchild,” I spit with venom, and he starts to back away from me.
He can’t escape us this time.
“Zara, be real here. It isn’t the worst thing in the world to happen. You don’t want to have a kid with him. You should be thanking me for giving you your freedom again.”
All I can see is a blinding, white rage as my blood boils with anger.
“How fucking dare you!” I scream and lunge at him. The butt of my pistol connects to his cheek and sends his head flying back. I keep hitting him. Every blow that connects just fuels me further.
“I hate you!” I cry out.
“That’s enough, baby.” Frankie pulls me back to him by the waist.
“Fuck you.” George looks up with blood dripping down his cheek and spits at Frankie’s leg.
I look down in disgust and shake my head.
Without a word, Frankie bends and removes the knife from my boot and places it in my hand. I watch in awe as Frankie grabs Dad by the throat to pin him in place against the wall.
“How about you show him some of the pain you felt?” Frankie says, looking only at me.
I look at the blade in my palm, then back up to Frankie.
“You can do this, baby.” A fire burns in his eyes as he watches me.
We both deserve this. We need this.
“Zara.” Dad addresses me in a stern tone as I approach him.
“I meant what I said before, you’re dead to me, Dad,” I grit out, and drive the steel into his stomach. He grunts, looking down at the black handle sticking out with shock on his face.
