Page 53 of Body Lock

Why did he care so much to make Quinn do what he wanted, there were plenty of other guys who wanted a cut in his business.

Tapping my fingers across my lips, I stared aimlessly, wheels turning violently against my forehead.

He's determined to have Quinn. Just so I can't... Asshole!

But it was more than that; in his mind, dominance was strength. Quinn, not giving in to his demands, sparked a dark flame inside his gut. A heat that twisted its grip around my dad's mind, and his refusal to lose. He had to have everyone wrapped around his finger, he needed that control.

My father could have all the power in the world and it still wouldn't be enough.

He wanted to see, feel, and breathe the fear he put in others.

But as for me... I was done.

I'm not his.

Not anymore.

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