“I’m finished with this conversation, Fallon. Get your things and let’s go.”
“No.” I stomp my foot like a child. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Now please leave.”
“Fallon.” He grinds his molars. “I swear to god if you don’t get in the car right this instant...”
“That’s enough.” Titus’ strong voice makes me jump and I turn to see him step out onto the porch behind me, his gaze locked firmly on my father. That staggering intimidation I felt from Titus the night I met him is back, seeping off of him in waves. Even knowing him better now, I still take a small step back. “Fallon asked you to leave. I’m telling you to.”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” My father’s face turns every shade of red you can imagine. It looks like his whole head is about to explode at any moment.
“I am the owner of this property and you are no longer welcome on it. Now leave willingly or me and myjunkiefriend in there will be happy to forcefully remove you. Your choice.”
“Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?”
“Oh I know exactly who you are, Governor Buckley. The real question is, do I care?” My shocked gaze swings back to Titus, but he doesn’t glance my way. “So let me tell you one last time, get the hell off my property.” Titus steps forward and my father instantly steps back, nearly losing his footing on the top step.
Guilt slams into me.
I know he’s a selfish, crude man, but he’s still my father. Can I really do this? Can I really be this disconnected from the man who raised me? Uncertainty pulses through my veins and I start to second guess what exactly I’m doing here.
“You always were just like your mother... a disappointment.” And as quickly as I forgot why I ran, why I never wanted to go home once Titus found me, I remember as my father insults my dead mother.
My father’s seething gaze moves to Titus. “Son, you’ve started a war you stand no chance of winning.” With that, he spins on his heel and walks away, speeding down the driveway in his sleek black car seconds later.