“My family?” I raised my brows, I had no idea as to why my family had anything to do with this, but I was curious. Antonio had a ferocious look on his face, and his fingers continued to fiddle with his knife.
Hearing my fathers name from his lips made my blood boil with anger. He had torn this family apart with his bad decisions, sometimes it didn’t even feel like he wanted to fix them. I remember walking in on him arguing with Mom multiple times about him changing his ways and going sober for the family.
“I should let you know that DeMarcus was an old client of my boss. I know that your father had been badly in debt at the time,” he said dropping his gaze from mine. Antonio was probably trying to get a rise out of me, he wanted to see me yell and curse him out, but I didn’t wa
