CHAPTER 17: OUR REAL DADDY

Isla

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT BASTARD ALMOST EXECUTED YOU IN FRONT OF OUR KIDS? I SWEAR IF I WAS THERE, HE WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO BREATHE AGAIN THAT MOTHERFUCKER!"

I breathed in and exhaled, partially expecting this reaction from Dante. Normally he was ca, but when he felt disrespected or cheated, well, thank Goodness I wasn't on speaker phone.

I can't possibly begun with the twins asking me what the meaning of mother fucker was.

"ALPHA MY ASS. IMMA KNOCK OUT HIS WEAK ALPHA TEETH IF HE TRIES THAT NONSENSE WITH MY FAMILY AGAIN!"

"Dante… Everything is fine, we are fine. We've called a weird truce. He doesn't even bother us anymore. We hardly even see him."

Tessa abandoned her toys. Her head snapping towards me. "Is that our fake daddy?" She asked in sheer innocence.

"Fake daddy?" Dante repeated, his voice holding a tinge of disbelief. "Is that what they call me now?"

I bent to Tessa's height level, thinking of how to apply damage control.

"Tess, do you want to speak to daddy?"

She pouted