“You…” I swallow, then shake my head a little. “What did you just say?” His laugh is short, menacing. “I’m your daddy, sweet pea,” he confirms, using the endearment mockingly. “Did you really think your mother had a drunken one-night-stand and ended up pregnant with you?” He chuckles. “Cignette, you’re my daughter, not a random elite’s.”
What the fucking fuck
