19. Punishment

Brielle Clarke

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Expecting a hit from my father who didn’t care that there were people around, I was surprised when I felt nothing. I was even more surprised when I saw that Maxim had intercepted his hit.

He held my father’s hand, stepping in front of me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re about to do?”

Some men behind my father stepped forward, drawing out their weapons. Before I knew it, men at my back also stepped forward, most likely Maxim’s men. Suddenly, we were surrounded.

“She’s my daughter.” My father gritted out. “I can do to her whatever I like and she needs to be taught a lesson.”

“I think I will be the judge of that. I don’t care what truce you have with my father, but the next time you raise your hand at her, it won’t be funny.”

My dad snatched his hand away from Maxim’s hold. “And who are you to decide that?”

He laughed like something was funny. “I don’t answer to you.”

Maxim and my father stared at each other for some minutes before my dad signaled to his men to bac