9: Real Worth

ROMAN

We’ve been sitting in silence for almost ten minutes.

Tim kept drinking water like a whale and it was starting to piss me off.

I was sitting with someone whose head I've wanted since I'd grown up to know what hatred was.

My father wanted his throat. Both of them had been at it since the beginning of time and I’d never known why but all I'd been told was that my father said to kill him as soon as I had the chance. It has been like that since his grandfather and his grandfather’s grandfather.

The two families were like water and oil. They never mix. They never come to an agreement.

And I was going to put all that behind us and slit his throat right now if he doesn’t stop drinking that damned water.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I snapped, when I finally lost my patience.

“Take what you want and leave.” He replied immediately. Like he had been waiting for me to speak.

How stupid did he really think I was? I should take her so he'd ambush me when I least expect it? No way.