Chapter 56
JACE MARINO
It's been three days since the whole blow-up with my father, and the silence is starting to feel louder than the shouting ever was. No commands. No veiled threats. Not even one of his usual "reminders" delivered through a loyal dog of his. Nothing. And that's what worries me. My father doesn't let things go. He doesn't stew. He strategizes. He recalibrates. He waits for everyone else to breathe again before he cuts the air out of the room.
He's not an easy man to bend. God knows I've spent most of my life trying, but he is a man who hates being defied. And he won't just sit back and let me walk off the path he paved for me. He's going to pull something to stop me. I can feel it, like pressure building before a storm breaks. I don't know what it is yet, or who he'll use to deliver the hit, but I know it's coming.
And the worst part is that waiting for it… feels almost as dangerous as whatever he's planning
