SYLUS: Harley Is My Daughter

Amadeo swallowed back whatever he ate that seemed to rise to his throat and adjusted in his seat. 

"So, you complained about my daughter, Vivian," he murmured. It wasn't a question, because he clearly already knew what she'd done.  

I looked at him and raised a displeased brow. "Why haven't you done anything about it?"  

"Like what?" He gave me a skeptical look, and my hard gaze cut him. 

"Amadeo." I sounded so serious, the kind I never usually showed, not if I didn't want to scare off the people I worked with. He was startled, his eyes widening in shock, then narrowed slowly as if he were assessing me. "The one mistake you're going to make is going in a roundabout with me. Do you think I entertain the thought of being here, wasting my time?"