| Ninety-Six Hours

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘

I knew I was an asshole. Lucky for me, in my position, being an asshole was expected. The days when I gave shit were over when my father let out his last breath. I no longer had the luxury of thinking with my heart. I never actually had that privilege. Every move and every decision I made had to be calculated, planned — strategically analyzed. Control and power were the two most important things a man like me strived for. My father had spent every minute we shared teaching me how to accomplish just that. Little did he know that my need for power and control would spread far beyond the borders of this family.