"It's not what I fucking want for her." I slammed my hand down on the table and glared at all of them one after the other. Mouth, I kid you not, was sitting on a stool around the island swinging her legs and eating a banana. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that shit?
"I want an explanation. And if I don't like what I hear you'll all do well to ask yourselves if going against me is worth your life. She's convinced you, that you need to protect me. Did any one of you stop to think what it would do to me if something happens to her or my kid?" I'm sure they were all remembering yesterday and how close that shit came to being a reality.