Chapter 7: Leave With Nothing
He found Mary Jane exactly where he left her. Julian dropped to his knees, his tuxedo pants soaking up the grime of the pantry floor. He reached out slowly, tears streaming down his face.
"Mary Jane," he choked out, his voice breaking. "It's Daddy. It's me. I've got you."
He pulled her fragile, battered body into his chest, wrapping his jacket around her. She was so cold. As he held her, a pair of designer heels clicked into the doorway. Victoria stood there, her makeup running, looking at the scene with a mixture of defiance and panic.
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"Julian, you don't understand," she started, her voice shaking. "She's difficult. She needed discipline—"
Julian snapped his head up, pointing a trembling, furious finger at her. "You came here with nothing," he roared, his voice echoing off the concrete walls, "and you leave with nothing! Get out!"
