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“What do you want?”
“Same as you,” my father says, rolling his lips as he saunters along the sidewalk toward me, looking me up and down. “I want Soph to come back.”
“Sophie,” I snap. “It’s fuckingSophie. You never wondered why I always called her Sophie? Because that’s what she wanted.”
My father shrugs like he couldn’t give a shit.
“You’re a selfish prick,” I spit, but then his words from a few seconds ago register through my whiskey-induced fog. “She won’t talk to you either? Have you called her?”
My father purses his lips, looking off down the street. “Course I have. Haven’t you?”
I sniff and slide the picture back into my wallet, stuffing it back into my pants pocket. “It’s not what she wants.”
“Fuck that, Son. What about what you want? Why aren’t you telling her how it’s going to be?”
I stare at him. “If this is some fucked up attempt at father-son bonding, then you’re decades late.”
He laughs humorlessly. “It’s not. But she will come home. And if you’re not going to try and make it be for you, then you’re making my job a hell of a lot easier. Soph’s a clever girl. She knows men wander. It’s life. Nothing more than some different pussy to mix things up from time to time. It doesn’t mean I can’t look after her and make her happy.”
Hatred oozes through every cell in my body as I square up to him.
“You’re fucking deluded if you think she wants anything to do with you.”
Sophie might not be with me anymore. But she sure as fuck doesn’t want him either.
“I’ve got as much chance now as you have.” He glares back at me. “We’re both having a baby with her. And after you sharing your adventures last week, she knows we’ve both followed our dicks in the past.”
“Except I didn’t,” I hiss. “Nothing happened, except Alicia trying and failing.”
“Shame.” My father smiles. “If you’re going to get punished for the crime, at least have the fun of committing it. And I bet Alicia knows how to suck cock. I remember those lips of hers when you introduced us.” He sucks in air through his teeth as he hums. “Not a patch on Soph’s, though, eh?”
The satisfying crunch of bone beneath my fist sends adrenaline coursing through my veins like I’ve been hooked up to an IV of it.
My father staggers back, righting himself quickly as he clutches his jaw. He works his mouth open and closed a few times before spitting a mouthful of blood out onto the floor.
“Feel better?” he growls, his eyes scanning the sidewalk for witnesses.
There aren’t any. And even if there were, I doubt he’d hit me back in front of them. He wouldn’t risk his job at the expense of landing a shot on me in public.
I shake my throbbing knuckles, a sour smile spreading over my face.
“Yeah, actually. That’s the best I’ve felt in seven fucking days. Thanks,Dad.”
He grimaces. “Good. Hold on to that feeling. Because you’ll need it to get you through when Soph comes back to me.”
It takes all my strength not to give the other side of his face a matching bruise.
“Despite what you think, Son, I want you to be happy.”
A disbelieving laugh erupts from my chest, making him scowl.
“It’s true. You could have anyone. Just not her. She was mine first.”
“She’s not a fucking possession,” I snap, my voice bouncing off the wall behind me. “The best thing you can do for her is get as far the fuck away from here as you can. So that if she wants to come back, she can.”
My father looks at me without an ounce of understanding in his gaze.
He doesn’t get it. He willneverget it.
