"Yes, I am. You've called me a weak, piece of shit, pedophile." Jerome shrugged his gaze on the floor. "I really want to kill you. There's not a day that goes by that I don't wish I had fully claimed her despite her impossibly young age.
"Now I have to frequent a den of iniquity just so that I can see for myself that she's okay. Even then, she has no fucking clue what I am to her. Meanwhile, I watch her play nice with a man who makes her sleep in his bed. Every time I see her all I smell is his scent all over her." Jerome's hands clenched into fists.
"In addition to that, I have to watch her play nice with men like you who see her as a willing piece of ass. You're right, I am a piece of shit and I am weak. If I wasn't, she'd be at home in my bed saturated in my scent." Jerome looked up from the floor and at Jack.
