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-Dash-

“What the fuck are you rambling on about?” He groaned getting frustrated, it was disturbing his train of thought. "Are you going to tell me or keep me in suspense?"

“You never get this worked up over anything, not even when my men tortured you, I threatened to rip your guts out and you didn’t even move a damn muscle.”

“Get to the fucking point or leave me alone.” He mumbled still pacing about.

“You’re her father, aren’t you?” the second I asked his feet came to a halt and he stared at me face perplexity swimming in his orbs for a second before it went blank with emotion.

"You must be losing your mind." He murmurs, voice in barely a whisper but I heard him.

"Or maybe I'm not." I shrug.

It was the only logical explanation my mind could conjure and as absurd as the theory was, I wasn't going to let it go without testing it out first.

“You don’t know what you are talking about.” He ran a hand through his hair releasing a deep sigh.