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Shane
I
woke up to a throbbing pain in my head, and everything around me was spinning. My eyelids were so heavy I struggled to keep my eyes open.
“Fuck,” I growled, squeezing my temples with my fingers.
I looked around, my vision blurry.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, son.” I heard my father’s voice before I could spot him.
He was sitting on a cushiony light-grayish chair contrasting the dark walls with his legs crossed and both arms on the thick, soft armrests. The light was dim, and the curtains closed, so it was hard to tell if it was day or night.
“Melanie—” I muttered, some images from my dinner with Melanie flashing before my eyes.
“She’s safe and sound in Atwood’s mansion, where she belongs,” he said dryly.
“What the fuck?!” I yelled, struggling to sit up. “How could you shoot me?”
“Don’t be so dramatic, son.” His tone was sarcastic, and his face emotionless like always. “We both know it was just a tranquilizer gun, so technically, I didn’t shoot you.”
“It doesn’t change the fact you fucking did this without batting an eye,” I shrieked. “I swear, I should fucking punch you.” I leaned my head down, cupping it in my hands as my eyes were still sensitive to the light that came through the window after my father opened the blinds.
He then approached the sofa I sat on, resting his hands on the backrest.
“You gave me no choice, Shane.” He articulated each word. “You pointed a gun at me. Your own father. Why? Because of a fucking woman who was supposed to be your target. Nothing more.” He took a deep breath before walking around the sofa to look at me.
“Was the man who came after her in the restaurant one of yours?” I asked, slightly leaning up to look at my father, the most twisted man I’d ever known.
“Ah, yes. Alexander,” he said, his hands crossed behind.
“Your ways are sick.” I shook my head, scoffing.
“My ways are effective, son,” he retorted. “That’s why I always achieve what I want.”
He took a few slow steps closer to me before leaning back against the heavy glass table standing in front of the sofa.
His tone was low and cold. “What concerns me, son, is that you think with your dick, not your brain.”
“I had everything under control,” I replied harshly. “I hope you didn’t fuck it over.”
“Hmm.” He put his fingers to his chin. “Is that so?”
I rolled my eyes, my head still pounding in pain.
“Alright, son.” He clapped his hands before following to the bar on the right side of my living room to pour himself a glass of scotch. “If you claim you have it under control, and her seductive assets didn’t overshadow your way of thinking, I might have a new deal.”
Fucking great, this can’t be good.
“Care to elaborate?” I tilted my head to the right to look at him, my elbows on my knees and my hands clasped.
“You’ll convince her to be our ally,” he said before taking a long sip of his drink. “Convince her to help us destroy Dedrick.”
I let out a heavy breath, running my fingers through my hair.Fuck. I knew he was twisted, but this? How was I supposed to persuade Melanie to go against her own family? Despite knowing Dedrick was wicked, and she didn’t share a father-daughter bond with him, it was still her fucking father.
“What if I don’t?” I asked, my voice dark.
