Myron's POV
I placed the phone against my ear for the umpteenth time and it was still the same stupid and annoying tone.Ring....ring...ring...
"Pick up!" I yelled at the screen. "Pick up you stupid wench. I'm going crazy over here." But nothing happened. Just the same infuriating ring.
I screamed out of frustration, throwing the phone across the room like it was its fault. It hit the wall and clattered to the ground.
I walked over to the liquor cabinet. My hand was shaking so badly I could barely pour the whiskey. I didn't even bother to sip it. I threw my head back as I downed the whole glass. It burned my throat as it went down but that did little or nothing to quench the fire inside me.
He knows. He bloody knows.
The words echoed in my skull, pounding in time with my racing heart. That bastard Cane knew. He looked me right in the eye and said it. We both know I'm not your father.
