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Talk rough with me
Damien didn't make it home until after nine pm. He was sweaty and hot. A nice warm shower was the only thing in his mind after having a long day at school and the gym. "Hold it right there." His father's voice echoed through the walls before he could make it to the stairs. What now? "Yes, father," Damien sighed. He turned around to face his father's glaring blue eyes. "Where the f**k have you been, you little s**t? Did you forget what you were supposed to do today?" Shit, he did forget. "I'm sorry. I lost track of time," Damien looked away. His father Ivan walked closer, then roughly gripped his shoulder. "You were supposed to accompany Vanya. How am I supposed to trust you with the family business if you can't even show up for these important meetings?" Ivan's eyes bored into him.
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