Page 80 of Unspoken Obsession

His cold eyes stab into me like daggers.

He pushes me aside and strides into my apartment.

"What do you want?" I say, standing my ground in the living room.

"Did you honestly think they wouldn't see you two together? In the park? At the casino? Did you really believe you could hide it from me?" My father shouts, his voice booming inside the small apartment.

"Be more specific," I say coldly.

"Dante Russo. You are dating or involved with Dante Russo. Are you trying to insult my intelligence?"

"Who I date is none of your business." I push against his darkening attitude.

He steps closer to me, glaring down at me, trying to make me feel small.

I do.

My legs are shaking, and my pulse is racing. The sweat is building in the palms of my hands and now my breath is catching. But I push my shoulders back and do my best to keep all of that hidden.

"I will tell you what is my business -- that you are my daughter - and no matter what you seem to think - you will do asI say or suffer the consequences of it. You are my business." He hisses in my face.

I clench my jaw and glare at him. He shakes his head. "You, stupid girl - do I need to spell it out? I will take my grandson. He will come to live with me. At this point, I don't care if you come with me or not. You are a whore going around dating a man like Dante Russo. But I will not let you expose my grandson to that. End the relationship - or I will make you regret every bit of this freedom you wanted."

He locks eyes with me and the coldness in them chills me to my bones.

I don't dare say a word.

My father turns away and marches out of my apartment.

He slams the door shut behind him and I lunge forward to lock it as though that would make any difference.

I lean with my forehead resting against the back of the door while streams of tears flood down my cheeks.

I look at my hands, shaking while I fight for control over my emotions.

Dante's arms wrap around my stomach, pulling me back against his chest. I turn towards him and bury my face against him, letting his shirt soak up my tears.

He talks soothing me and promising me he will make sure that man never gets our son.

"I will keep you both safe, Frankie. I won't let him touch Damion. I won't let him near him."

DANTE

Holding Frankie in my arms while she cries her heart out is more painful than I could have imagined. Her father treats her like she is nothing. He speaks to her like she is worthless and the fact that he is happy to threaten to take a child from his mother is so cold, calculated, and cruel.

Damion tugs at my pants and I look down at him. His gorgeous bright blue eyes fill me with fear and anger.

Fear of the threats against him from a powerful man. And anger that I don't know yet how to save them both from this horrible situation.

"Mommy?" Damion says, looking as though he might also cry.

Frankie leans back and I bend down to pick up my son, still holding Frankie in my arms as well.

They both belong to me.

Frankie has my heart. I can't deny it anymore. I am in love with her.

I will do anything to keep her and my son safe. I will do anything to keep that man away from them both.

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