Page 88 of Unravelling The Beast

He shrugs his shoulders casually and seems unconcerned as he reclines in his seat.

"Times change, son."

I raise my voice, feeling furious with this bullshit.

"I said fucking no!We make enough fucking profit with what we do already. We own New York City; why the fuck do we need to take over human trafficking as well?"

Savannah suddenly speaks smugly.

"Well, I think it's a great idea."

Her squeaky, annoying voice aggravates me further and my furious stare meets her, but she simply smirks, causing my blood to boil.

"No one even asked you, cunt."

She leans forward, maintaining steady eye contact.

"Because my family owns shares in this company, Arlo, I believe I have every right to say whatever the fuck I want."

I clench my teeth as I respond.

"Not when I'm at the head of this fucking table, you don't."

She smiles widely, now really fucking me off.

"Well, get used to it, baby; we'll be married soon, and I'll have even more of a say over what you do."

I feel as if venom is seeping into my veins and rushing to my head before I smash my fist down onto the table. My fire-filled eyes blaze into hers from afar and I point at her, biting on my words to express my fury.

"Over my dead body! I would never fucking marry a no-good, using little bitch like you."

"Baby, you need to stop playing hard to get because it's happening whether you like it or not."

Unable to control myself any longer, I dash around the table towards her, but her father, Royce Thorell, stands tall in front of me and raises his voice.

“Enough!”

I flip my knife out of my sleeve and push the sharp blade to his face, right below his right eye, before he could even see it coming.

My dad calls out to me, thinking he has authority over me when he has none.

"Arlo!"

I ignore his shitty warning and stare wide-eyed into Royce's while speaking coldly.

"How about I just skin you and her alive, and then we won't have this little fucking problem, will we?"

Before he decides on what to do next, he gives me a faint, hesitant smile and then yells.

"Savannah, get the fuck out!"

"What!?"

"You heard me; get the fuck out."

I stay fixed on him as I hear her growl, push her chair out, and exit the room, leading my dad to speak.

"Arlo, put the fucking knife away."

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