CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN

ARSENIO'S POV

As soon as Clara saw the person who packed outside my house come out of the car, I noticed instantly that she became nervous.

She held my hand and breathed hard like someone who was having a Panic attack.

““What is it??? Do you know the person???” I asked.

“H…he…Is…M…my…F…father.” she said, stuttering.

“What!!!!!”

“Should I handle him boss???” Sergio asked.

“No, I will handle that fucker myself.” I said.

I was about to climb out of the car when Clara held my hand and shook her head vigorously indicating that I shouldn't go out.

“I will handle it…no need to be scared.” I said to her.

I climbed out of the car and glared at Clara's alleged Father while he tried looking into the car.

“What do you want?? Why are you at my house???” I asked.

“Arsenio Robert, you have grown into a fine young man, much better than I remembered.” He said.

“if there is one thing I hate the most, it's to repeat myself….I will ask for the second and final time, what do you want here??”

“I think you