Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Do you care?” he replied. And then he looked around.
“Where’s your wife?”
I held his eyes. My father’s strength hadn’t dissipated with
age. Although graying, his skin growing more wrinkled, and
his voice getting raspy from all the years of cigars, he still had
a very healthy appetite.
For everything.
Especially for making sure he had control over all in his
domain.
Unfortunately, I never went according to plan and never
would. I might not be any better than him, but we weren’t the
same, either.
He waited another moment, but when I didn’t answer,
because I already knew that he knew Ari wasn’t here and his
grandchildren weren’t getting made, he flexed his jaw and
jerked his chin, gesturing to me.
“Take him,” he told his men.
What?
They rushed me, taking my arms, digging their fingers into
my shoulders, and I thrashed, throwing them off and growling.
“GGet the fuck off me!”
I tore away, shoving one of them in the chest. “Son of a
bitch!” I yelled.
One grabbed my wrist again. I whipped it away and threw
a punch, but more came from behind, and I looked to Mr.
Crane who was already being held back, looking angry and
helpless.
GGabriel paid for the security. He paid for everything. As
much as my own team wanted to do something, they wouldn’t.
The backs of my legs were kicked in, my knees buckled,
and I fell, coming down to the floor. Three men held me down,
keeping me on my knees, one with his grip on the back of my
neck.
In front of me, my father crouched down.