CHAPTER 12: Endometriosis

LUKA

I clutched my phone hard as the convoy rolled out of the alley. The side of my face hurt. He had punched me with his family signa ring on.

The moment we entered he had raised his hand to hit me again but I held it up, "don't."

He might have been able to get away with it while I was younger but not anymore. The way our relationship worked as Father and son was that we both had something on each other. For him it was my mother and younger brother, he always dangled that in front of me when he needed me to fall in line.

While on my part, it was a video recording of a sex tape I made of him and his friends daughter. I also had an audio recording of some of his dirty dealings which I stole from his safe. He knew I had them. For the longest time he had tried to get them but all to no avail.

I was my father's son through and through and through, in blood and deed, he knew what I was capable of, just as I did.

The punch was enough punishment. I could excuse it. I had embarrassed h