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“Don’t Gin me. You will be a passenger princess from now on.” He pulled out of the parking lot and merged into traffic with ease.
I wanted to be able to do that one day.This isn’t fair. I wanted to argue, but Giancarlo still looked a little pale.
Fidgeting, I toyed with bits of the car. I opened the glove compartment as my eyes zeroed in on the registration. Abel Hollister.Fuck, he didn’t. I quickly shut it as Gin glanced my way.
“The stove and car are now off limits,” Giancarlo said.
“That’s not fair. I thought you were going to teach me.”
“Fuck that. I thought I didn’t fear death, but you’ve proved me wrong time and time again.”
He was being so dramatic. It wasn’t that bad.
* * *
Why am I doing this?I knew the answer and didn’t have to think very hard about it. I wanted to be happy with Giancarlo. I couldn’t do that if I kept the bastard who raised me around. The time had come for me to cut him off.
The thought was easier now. It was the action that would be like stabbing myself repeatedly. Once it was done, I was sure I’d be relieved or dead. Either way, I was going to be free.
My father walked my way, flirting every step with the hostess. She laughed none the wiser she was walking next to a vile demon.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
She giggled. “Your server will be with you shortly.”
I don’t want to be here. Maybe this can hold off till next time.The idea made me dizzy. My hand shook as I grabbed the glass of water.No, it has to happen now. I want to be free.
“I see you haven’t cut your hair. Look like a fucking pansy.”
My father opened the menu browsing the options. I could almost pretend we were a normal father and son having lunch together. A family moment of catching up and joking with one another. The daydream held no real appeal for me anymore. I knew what real happiness felt like. My imagination hadn’t compared in the slightest.
“Rumor is that you’re a kept man. Everyone’s talking about how Giancarlo Vitale got him an innocent piece of ass hanging off his arm.” Roger looked up at me. The same blue eyes I’d known my whole life stared back with disdain swimming in their depths.
“You sold me. What did you expect?”
“More money,” Roger scoffed. “You have any idea how much it cost to raise a kid in New York? And I did it alone. Food, clothes, you just kept fucking growing and complaining the entire time.” He closed his menu.
“He bought me for one point five million dollars. You were the one with the debt. Consider it a kindness that he allowed you to pay it back.” I’d seen what Gin did to people who messed with the Vitale’s money. Roger had gotten off lightly.
He rolled his eyes just as the waitress came over. “Lucky, hardly. He stole you. I didn’t get a dime.”
“Good evening. What can I get you?”
“My son here will be covering everything since he became a whore for the mafia.”
The waitress’s eyes widened as she looked between us. A nervous smile stretched her pink-painted lips. “Um—”
My stomach rolled with unease. My need to cut him off and never see him again solidified the more he opened his mouth. “That’s fine.”
“I’ll take the surf and turf. Make the steak medium.”
She nodded her head and took the menu from his hands. Pity shimmered in her gaze, making me feel worse than before. I didn’t need her pity. It didn’t help me or anyone else.
“I’m okay with water.” I passed her back the menu. There was no way in hell I would be able to stomach anything. “Thank you.”
She smiled sweetly at me before escaping. I wish I could do the same. Instead, I was stuck here dealing with the lowest scum of the world. Roger sipped at his water, his gaze dancing all over the place.
“Whoever you have watching my house, tell them to stop.”
