Page 62 of Adam
Fabio exhales through his nose, annoyed, and flicks his fingers at them.
“Stand down, fucking idiots,” he shouts sternly.
They finally obey and sit down, their eyes dripping fury at both of us.
“Good boys,” I chuckle.
“What are you doing?” Isabella mouths, eyes wide.
“Fabio?” Lorena says dryly.As if I’m scared of him.
He doesn’t bother replying; he just lights a filthy cigar and taps the ash onto the floor. A moment later, Maria wipes it up like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“I heard you pulled a gun on some idiot who laid a hand on her.” He nods towards Isabella.
I sip my coffee, unbothered. “Yeah, and?”
“The cops were sniffing around for you because of that little stunt.”
“And?”
He blows the smoke. “I kicked them out. Told them you were just doing your job—doing it perfectly, in fact.” I can’t help the faint grin that slips out as I keep my eyes on her. “You pulled off my objective, whereas useless shits can’t even handle the simplest task.” His eyes dart lazily to Wes. “That’s the difference between being useful and being disposable.”
Wes is furious, but, of course, he’s trying to keep it under control. Hell, I enjoy seeing him on the edge more than I thought. Probably it’s because he’s a dick, and he knows it. But what Calvano-fucker said makes me wonder, and I can’t help but simply ask.
“What was your objective?”
He sucks his cigar and blows the smoke before ashing it on the floor again. “No sane man will go near her.”
Isabella shrugs herself back and victimizes herself once more. It’s normal, I guess.
He’s not just protective or possessive; he’s a deranged piece of shit who wants to murder his own daughter and cut her off from everyone, so when he finally does it, no one’s left to stop him.
That’s where I draw the fucking line. I won’t let him touch her. If he thinks he’s going to take her from me, he’s dead wrong. I’ll kill him before I let him lay a hand on her. I’ll rip him out of her life completely, and then she’ll finally have no one left but me.
“Still with these obsessions,” Wes mumbles, diverting his eyes away from Fabio.
Calvano is calm; he doesn’t react right away. Then he takes out his gun and places it on the table. Wes looks at it as if he knows.
“Repeat what you just said, Wes,” Fabio says, exhaling his smoke.
“What?”
“Dad, no! Enough!” Isabella shouts, her eyes welling up.
Wes exhales and looks bravely into Fabio’s eyes. “I said that you sound obsessed,” he repeats, passing his arm over Isabella’s chair.
I snap up. I whistle and nod to him. “Pull this back, unless you want to take it back in pieces.”
“Relax, dude. I’m stretching.”
“Stretch away from her.”
“A masterpiece,” Fabio praises.
I guess being called obsessed didn’t bother him much.
“Can you calm the hell down?” Isabella cries as tears finally escape her dark blue eyes. She stands, pushing her chair back, and glares at me. “You’re just like him,” she says, nodding towards her father. “You’re an asshole who wants to boss people around.”
