Dante's POV

“Yes… I would like a meeting…what do you mean? No! You work for me and I will not tolerate it! I pay you good money! Fine. I expect you in three days.”

I pressed the red button and ran my hands through my hair. My skin felt hot as I seethed in anger. That damned lawyer! I expected him to come today.

I sat down on my chair and my thoughts buzzed like an old static TV. Erica had my kids this whole time and she had kept them away from me.

I didn't know what it was but my fingers clenched tightly. Was it fear? Regret? Anger?...