I only looked down at my phone for a few seconds to send the text, but when I looked back up, a nightmare was unfolding in front of me. The very thing I swore would never happen was playing out before my very eyes. Don Angelo and Scott were shaking hands and exchanging words. Don Angelo looked over at me with a killer's smirk on his face, taunting me with the visual of them together.
"Nice guy. Not who I would have thought you'd want to fuck, but hey. A dance before you go and meet him? He's dying to see you," said Don Angelo as he returned to me, holding out a hand.
It might have been my imagination, but I thought he emphasised the word dying and it pissed me off. Fear mixed with anger in my gut as I laid my hand in his again, feeling backed into a corner.
My vulnerability was showing every time I looked at Scott, so I stopped and focused on my father instead.
