"That's not good enough," I said, my anger boiling over. "You abandoned me to a life of abuse and misery. You don't get to justify it with some noble excuse."
Dominic's eyes flashed with something I couldn't quite name—guilt, maybe, or regret. "I did what I thought was best. And I never stopped watching over you, even from a distance."
Before I could respond, Dimitri stepped forward, his voice cutting through the tension. "We don't have time for a family reunion. Dominic, your name is resurfacing, and the Mafia isn't the only one looking for you. If you want to survive, you need to start talking."
Dominic's gaze shifted to Dimitri, his expression darkening. "And who are you to make demands?"
"I'm the one keeping your daughter alive," Dimitri said coldly.
