Chapter 23
There are things that I am incapable of. One of them is standing up to my father. I tell myself that I have a backbone, but every time I stand before him, I crumble. He was my master, and I his slave in every way. My thoughts confirmed my level of servitude because I never saw anything wrong in what he said or did to me. I simply wished for him to care for me in some way, to love me more than he loved my brother.
"What do you want, Tariq? The war has started, and if anyone sees you here, they'll kill you," I said, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger.
"I just saw Dad. He asked me if I'd join your side of the army," Tariq replied nonchalantly.
"What did you tell him?"
"That I prefer protecting your wife instead. Besides, he just called me to ask if I'd kill her because you're not doing a great job at it."
"You're confusing. I thought you were a mafioso now?"
