My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 140

Jacob

I leaned against the wall, watching that bastard practice shooting with an apple perched on my head like some kind of twisted gangster game. But what could I say? I needed his support to get to his daughter, and if I didn't play along, he wouldn't let me near her.

Fuck my luck!

He was furious. Completely and utterly furious, and I couldn't blame him. Any father would feel the same—I messed up. Big time. Not just once, but in multiple ways. And in the midst of it all, I ended up fucking hurting her, which I should've avoided at all costs.

Bang.

The shot landed perfectly in the middle of the apple, and I clenched my fists at my sides. It wasn't that I was afraid of the bullets—I knew these bullets were harmless since it was just a balloon shooting gun. What angered me was that Samuel's tantrums were wasting a lot of my time.

I needed to see her.

It had been sixteen whole days, and I hadn't even caught a glimpse of her. I was dying inside. To hold her in my arms. To feel her warmth. To taste her lips.

God! I fucking missed her so damn much.

"Change it," Samuel instructed his so-called helping hand and suppressing a chuckle the guy placed another apple on my head. This was the seventh one.

At this rate, the bullet could hit my face any time. He wasn't too skilled with shooting; his aim had always been shaky.

"How's Evelyn?" I found myself asking as he loaded the gun.

"She's doing great, actually. You'd be glad to know she's on a date, having the time of her life. The guy, unlike you, isn't an oldie. He's handsome, I guess, and definitely not a jerk."

She's on a date?

Damn it! This is spiraling out of control.

I bit the inside of my cheek, seething—I couldn't stand the thought of her being with someone else. I’d fucking kill that guy.

"Why did you—" Before I could finish my question, he fired, and once again, the apple exploded, bits of it showering down on my shoulders, the juice messing up my hair—I'd have to take another shower now.

I wished I could kill this piece of shit right now. But there were two reasons why I couldn't—first, he was my best friend. Second: He was my love's father.

"Why did I let her go?" He chuckled dryly, aiming at the apple as his lackey set it on my head, "Surely I wouldn't want my princess to be waiting for a thick-skulled bastard like you."

Bang.

I cringed as bits of the apple landed on my nose, quickly wiping it off along with the juice on my forehead.

Man, this is disgusting!

"Look, I know I screwed up, but I'm here to fix everything," I attempted to speak, but was interrupted by the guy placing yet another apple on my head. I shot him a glare, and he suppressed a snicker before backing off. "Let's just talk, alright?"