Devil's Daughter

Chapter 14

Blake's pov:

I play with my fingers as my leg bounces on the floor, my gaze fixated on the metal door in front of me.

Finally, the door opens and I feel my breathe catch in my throat as my father walks thorough the door. His feet and hands cuffed as an officer escorts him to the chair opposite me.

He looks towards me a smirk playing on his lips. I feel anger build up in me and I haven't even talked to him.

"Blake," he says, slumping down in the chair as the officer leaves the room. "About the time you visitied."

"What did you do?" I ask, fists clenching as he laughs.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He shurgs his shoulders, making me even angrier.

"I have no patience today, so tell me where Lily is?" I sternly say.

He leans forward on the table before simply saying "No."

"She's a kid." I say. "Why are you using her to hurt all of us?"

"She's a D'Angelo Blake." He scoffs. "They deserve the pain."

"They are people for fucks sake!" I exclaim slamming my fist in the table. "And Lily is a kid. A kid."

"Kids are a part of this as well." He says. "No one is an expection."

"Kids shouldn't be a part of this and you know that." I say through gritted teeth.

"You were a part of this as a kid, Blake."

"I didn't have a choice." I feel tears start to form in my eyes as he brings up the subject. "You made me do all of this."

"I didn't make you do anything. You decided to take over the business after I went to prison." He states and I scoff.

"I. Didn't. Have. A. Choice." I pause after every word to hopefully help his small brain understand.

"Sure you didn't." He rolls his eyes. "You always wanted this."

"I didn't."

"Yes you did." He nods. "And it's what your mother and I always envisioned for y-"

As he mentions my mother I stand up immediately pushing the table aside with all my strength and grabbing the edges of his collar. His eyes widen in surprise but he chuckles.

I know I don't have to worry about the security coming in because being the head of a mafia means you have connections everywhere. Even a prison.

"Don't you fucking dare mention her." I say through gritted teeth as I squeeze his collar firmly all of my anger coming out in the form of a couple of tears.

"She was my wife, I have every right to mention her." He says an evil smirk playing on his lips.

"She was my mother and you had no right to take her away from me." I state firmly, more tears staining my cheeks.

"You have no idea what happened that night." He scoffs.

"I saw it. I saw it happen." His eyes widen again and I have to look away as I can't bare to see his eyes right now. I let his collar go before running a hand through my hair. "Who do you think gave the witness testimony? It was me. Because I saw you. I saw you kill her."

"Snitch." He says under his breath.

"Where is Lily?" I place my hands on both sides of his chair. "You better tell me, because I am not that scared little kid anymore. I'm Blake fucking Duarte, the head of the biggest mafias around, and you are no one. I'm not scared of you anymore." He moves his head to the side taking his gaze off of me. I forcefully grab his chin making him meet my eyes. "Where is she?"