Chapter 10
“I don’t really give a fuck what you do or don’t want you ungrateful piece of shit.” I stood over my son, cowering in his hospital bed.
“Dad. She’s literally just a friend though.”
“I’m not asking you to marry the girl, Jackson. I’m asking you to get close to her. Draw her in. I can use this.”
My son was eying me wearily. He had too much of his fucking mother in him. Wherever the hell that whore had ran off to. Leaving me to raise this whelp on my own. He couldn’t even live up to my expectations.
“Its either that or you drop out of that fucking fancy college and join the family business.” I growled.
“Fancy school? You send me to community college.” he snapped back at me.
“And you’re lucky I’m doing it.” I got in his face, hand on his chest roughly. I didn’t give a fuck if he had broken ribs and a concussion. He thought he was too good for this life. It was paying for his fucking prissy boy education. He could start manning up. I couldn’t think of anything better than getting revenge on the shit head that had gotten clean and ratted us all out.
“Fine.” he finally gasped, grimacing in pain.
The door opened behind us as I backed away quickly, a nurse rushing in.
“Is everything okay? The monitors were going wild. Are you in pain, sweetheart?” she addressed my boy, not even looking at me.
“He’s fine.” I stated firmly. “Don’t baby him, he’s not a pussy.”
The petite nurse glared at me now. Feisty this one.
“I’ll get you some more pain medicine, hon. Perhaps visitors should go home for the night.” She stared at me pointedly.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I directed at my son.
“Have a good night, gorgeous.” I mimicked blowing a kiss to the nurse as she curled her lip in disgust.
Laughing, I walked out of the hospital room to return to my job on the streets.