The Godmother

JOJO'S POV

The truth hurts, doesn't it?

Jeremy steps into the room right after his father slips out and goes into a full-on wrath when he sees me in chains and I want to slap him.

I want to punch him so hard in his nutsack that he feels something's wrong down there each time he takes a step.

Motherfucker, I want to stump on his ugly heart and crack it into a thousand tiny pieces. Pieces so tiny, they'd be impossible to place back.

I want to break him. So badly it hurts to sit there quietly and do nothing.

Which is what I’m doing when the chains are finally gone from my wrists, instead I ask, “What happened when you were eight years old?”

He stiffens and his eyes turn into a void.

“Jeremy?” I call but it's like he can't hear me.

“Jeremy?!!” I call louder, shaking him a little.

“Uh, Josephine?”

“I asked you a question.” I probe, not letting up.

His eyes harden to black stones, “It's none of your business.”

“Of course it is, I want to know how you came to grow up in Ameri