Twenty-two

"How so?" Davis asked, frowning. He did not like my father, so hearing he had done something to make me uncomfortable just made it worse.

Should I tell him?

Yes.

"He came here to threaten you. To make you give him his cut which you promised him during our marriage. Then he saw me and he asked me to convince you to give it to him."

Davis simply watched me as if he was trying to read my mind. Under his scrutiny, I felt guilty for some reason. With the plans I'd recently begun to hatch of late, I was not so different from my father. I didn't like this feeling at all.

"So do you want me to pay him? Right now? I will. Just say the words."

I hadn't expected that.

"It's not my decision to make."

"I'm making it your decision now," he said, walking up to me. He looked indifferent, but his words said a different thing.

Truth be told, I didn't want my father to have anything. I wanted him to suffer for what he'd put me through but having to be the one to directly make that decision did