"You deserved a real man to protect you and take care of you." Mm. So much for that. "How could I have done that sitting behind bars?" He takes my face in his hands. "There wasn't a day that went by where I didn't think about you, baby."
I close my...
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I can't help but nervously tap my fingers away against the wooden table as I urgently wait for my father to arrive. Before we got off the phone yesterday, he asked to meet me for breakfast to talk about what happened at the club and why I was avoiding everyone's phone calls. Frankly, I'm getting annoyed having to even think about it again. I still wonder what Domenico meant when he said that he and Romeo would "handle" the situation.
My dad finally approaches just a few minutes after the time he was supposed to be here. " Hey sweetheart, sorry I'm late. You know how New York traffic can be." He kisses me on my forehead.
"It's okay. I've already ordered our drinks. The waitress should be back any minute to put in our orders."
He nods as he takes his seat across from me. "Before I get into this... how are you doing?"
"I'm alright, Daddy." He gives me an unsatisfied blank look. I can't even lie to him. "Okay, fine. I'm still on edge a little. I don't know everything just happened so fast."
"Why would Marcus just open fire in the club like that? I thought you two were broken up?"
"We are. I guess... it's because he... kind of saw me... dancing on Damian?" I finish in hesitation.
"Damian who? As in Damian Romano?" I swallow a large lump in my throat.
"That's the one. Da-."
"Good morning dolls, my name is Millie. I'll be your waitress for the time being. Are y'all ready to order?" That's weird. A different woman was here not too long ago.
"Um yes, but if you don't mind me asking. What happened to the previous waitress?" I curiously questioned.
"Ohhh yeah. Well, she wasn't feeling too good, so I'm filling in for her. Is that okay with y'all?" She asks with a preppy smile.
Before I could say anything else to her my father speaks up. "That's fine." We present our orders as Millie writes them down in her little, yellow notepad. There's something about her that looks oddly familiar.
"Alrighty. I'll be out with your orders shortly." She smiles again then stalks back to the kitchen.
"Hey, you alright?" My dad snaps me out of my trance not realizing I kept my eyes locked in on Millie as she disappears behind the kitchen doors.
"Oh, uh, yeah. I thought I knew her from somewhere. Never mind. It's nothing."
"Okay." He scratches behind his ear. "I thought they gave your boy nine years."
