Page 103 of Unravelling The Beast

"It's all yours, son."

He smiles excitedly before scooping it up, and as I take my eyes off of him, I look to Wren, who is already looking at me, fighting a smile. I raise an eyebrow at her before glancing down at the sketch I created for her, debating whether or not to give it to her.

I fold it into a small square, hold it tightly in my fist and speak while standing and sliding my phone into my back pocket.

"I need to go for a few hours, but I'll be back in time for Sara's birthday meal."

I crouch down in front of Cree, and, as we embrace, I place the small square of paper on the coffee table and slide it over to Wren with the tip of my finger. Before taking it, she gazes down at it, and when her eyes meet mine, she has confusion written all over her stunning features.

I kiss Cree on the side of his head and speak into his ear.

“Be a good boy for Wren; I won’t be long. Love you.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

I release him, rise up and give Wren another glance before exiting the house.

As I drive to my dad's office, which is in downtown New York, I set one hand on the bottom of the steering wheel and rub my mouth with the other as I consider how I might end up killing the cunt.

I know he'll try anything to force me into this arranged marriage. One thing about my father is that he does not back down once he gets something in his head for more greed and power; he will not stop until he gets what he fucking wants.

When I arrive at the enormous, dark building, I step out of my car and cross the street before entering.

I storm straight to his office on the highest floor, wrath coursing through my veins because I know I have to face this no-good prick.

When his door comes into view, I see two of his henchmen standing outside, and they are probably twice my size, but I continue to disregard them, unaffected, since they know who the fuck I am.

As soon as I open my dad's door and enter, I notice him sitting behind his desk in the gloomy office with a woman kneeling in front of him, sucking his dick.

I growl and turn away as it irritates me before I raise my voice sharply.

"Get the fuck out!"

I give them a sideways look as she quickly gets to her feet and hurries past me, wiping her lips with her perfectly manicured fingers. When the door closes behind me, I realize his fucking security have followed me in and are up my ass, close behind me.

I fix my focus on my dad as he reclines back in his chair, adjusting his zipper and belt before raking his fingers through his dark brown, disheveled hair.

"Son, what can I do for you?"

As I stare coldly at the bastard that I call a father, my jaw tenses, and I realize how much I actually despise him.

He stands calmly and moves around the front of his desk before leaning up against it, his tattooed hands overlapping in front of him, as my cold eyes stay focused on him.

"Well?"

As I respond, I clench my teeth.

"Savannah."

He sighs and shakes his head while raising his hand to me.

"We've talked about it, Arlo. It's fucking happening."

I yell angrily, showing how fucking enraged I am.

"I won't fucking do it, then what?"

His dark eyes instantly find mine, and he examines me for a moment, twiddling his thumbs before he responds calmly.

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