Page 102 of Resisting the Billionaire

“I did have a way. It was called my son doing one thing to help out this family. But you couldn’t even manage that.” His eyes glitter with malice. “You’re done.”

I stand taller, meeting his eye. “I know.”

His gaze narrows. “I mean it this time. Your credit cards are cut off effective immediately. And I want you out of your apartment tonight.”

“Okay.” I nod, accepting responsibility for my actions.

Confusion flitters across his face briefly. “And you’re not staying with your brothers. I’ve told them the deal.”

“I know. I’ll find my own way.” And for the first time, I truly believe it. I’m free, a lightness I wasn’t expecting permeating through me.

“I’m being serious, Gabriel. Don’t come crawling back. You have to accept the consequences for not holding up your end of the deal. For embarrassing this family yet again.”

“I understand.” I don’t think I’ve been embarrassing, so much as not up to his ridiculous standards, but I won’t lose sleep over it any more.

I turn around, but he stops me at the door. “Where will you go?”

I glance back over my shoulder at him. “You don’t care. You never did. Especially not since Mom died.”

“Don’t bring your mother into this,” he spits viciously, dander up once more.

“Bye, Dad.” I honestly don’t know if I’ll see him again.

And I really couldn’t give a fuck.

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