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Dolly breaks down again, but this time it feels real. This cry is genuine and it makes me realize the other one was manipulative. Performative.

"I will do anything," she sobs uglily. Because it’s real now, "Please, Birdie, please. I don't want us to end, not for this stupid mistake. It's nothing, just sex. You and I have way more than just sex."

"Sex is a big fucking deal for me, Dolly. I don’t like sharing pussy, especially not with him," I growl, shaking my head. I'm flabbergasted by the fact that she really thought I might be obsessed enough with her that I wouldn't care if she fucked another man. She's wrong. I care a lot, "Leave or I'll call Angel and tell him to throw you out. I'm not playing."

Her beautiful face crumbles down, but she's scared of my bodyguards so she accepts and walks away, her shoulders shaking because of her sobs.

I put my hands on my head and try to keep it together, but I don't take betrayal well, not at all.

"Angel!" I yell, losing it. Two seconds later, he bursts into my room, "Call my dad. Tell him I'm going to see him right now."

"What?" My most trusted bodyguard asks, blinking in confusion, "It's three PM, you want us to drive two hours to see him? For what?"

Dylan Satori has been taunting me since he appeared in Rosette. He thinks I'm a loser, a good-for-nothing kid. He thinks I'll never do anything because I'm too much of a pussy to use what's at my disposal. And he is right.

But he fucked my girlfriend. The love of my fucking life. He must pay.

"I'm taking over the business," I state impulsively, standing up so I can walk to my bathroom, "But don't tell that to my dad, I'll deliver the news in person.“

"Oh my fucking god, Birdie," he groans in annoyance, but he has no choice. He has to obey me.

So, two hours later, I arrive at the Angelou's headquarters in the heart of Rosette. Absolutely nobody expected me to walk into the building at this hour, especially not with bright pink hair and a pink stained wife-beater, but I don't care. My bodyguards stay at the entrance with the rest of security and I walk to my dad’s office with a purpose.

I need to see him now and tell him about my new plan. To take over. To be the Boss. So I can show Dylan he can fuck my girlfriend, but he CANNOT fuck with me.

I will not le—

"Ouch, what the hell?" I groan in pain and surprise when I find myself falling to the floor after colliding with a wall. Except it's not really a wall, I realize... it's a man.

A rock-solid man. Goddamn.

I hold my hand up expecting him to help me up since he's the reason I'm down, but the guy just... looks at me.

He's looking at me with something like disgust.

I can literally feel his eyes moving from my hair (bright pink) to my eyes (pretty gray) to my arms (cool tattoos) to my legs (muscular, thank you very much). But he doesn't seem to like any of those. At all.

"No, fuck this shit!” he says out of fucking nowhere, still looking down at me like I stink or something. I gasp, "I-I mean..."

"Well, fuck you too!" I growl back and get up without his stupid hand. I don't want to waste my time anyway, especially not with a rude fuck like this dude, "Move."

He doesn't, but I don't wait on him. I go to my dad's door and open it, not letting that guy know how much he offended me.

"Birdie," my dad says in surprise as I walk inside and gets up from his chair to round his desk and walk to me with a frown, "What is it? What's with the face?"

"Some guy outside was super fucking rude to me," I growl, shaking my head in annoyance, but falling into my dad's arms to hug him tightly, "He was standing there like an idiot so I fell because of him and then he told me to fuck off when I asked for help, like... what? If I make someone fall, I'll help them get up."

"Most men here are rough around the edges, Birdie, not everyone is as nice as you," he says, forcing me to stay in the hug a little longer, "Ignore that. How are you?"

I sigh, forcing myself to relax, and this time I'm the one who holds on longer. I bury my face on my dad's shoulder since he's a little shorter than me.

"I'm... heartbroken," I admit in a whisper. My dad sighs and asks what did Dolly do this time, while patting my back, "She fucked Dylan Satori, Dad. He really traveled all the way to Amsterdam just to fuck my girl."

My dad grabs my shoulders and pulls me away from him to look into my face. I'm crying, but I don't hide it from him.

"Wait... is that why you did this wild thing to your hair? Dollerina is nothing but a whore, son. Of course she fucked some dude, she's probably been fucking other dudes this whole time. And Dylan is just jealous of you,” he rolls his eyes with a unbothered smile, “Take it as a compliment.”

"He HATES me," I growl, silencing him, "And Dolly is not a whore, don't fucking say that. She never actually fucked anyone else, she's just a flirt... whatever, she's not my girlfriend anymore and I don't ever want to talk about her again. I'm here for business."

"Oh, really? Well, make it quick. I have an actual business meeting," he checks his Rolex, "Right now, actually. He'll be here any minute."

"Who?" I ask, annoyed at him dismissing me so easily, "Is it a tall white dude with a dumbass face with the moles? Because that's the one who was rude to me. He was standing right outside."

My dad lifts his eyebrows and walks to the door. When he opens it, the dude is there, still standing like a dumbass with a confused expression on his face and it takes him more than a second to realize my dad is right there.

It's as if he was lost in his own head. Still looking disgusted. What the fuck?! Seriously, what the fuck is his problem?