ANDY
"Who the f*ck touched my daughter?" My father’s deep voice cut through the clubhouse, and every conversation stopped.
He crossed the room quickly, his eyes moving over the blood at my temple, the bruising along my face, and my swollen knuckles.
"Andy, what the f*ck happened?"
"I'm fine." I try to play it off. I didn’t need his concerns, despite a small part of me missing it.
"Bullsh*t! You're f*ck bleeding, Andy."
"What can I say, you have one hell of a welcome party out there. A lot has changed around here, I see. Instead of cheating on the women here, we now encourage assaulting them. Brilliant."
His expression made it clear that he wasn’t enjoying my humour.
“Start talking, now!” He growled out.
"Two gate guards decided they needed to teach me the rules of the club," I exp
