His daughter was marrying a loser.
So what! Life sucks.
Was he man enough to interfer?
As his key twisted in the hole ,Kevin found himself wondering where Kelsey (his daughter) had met such a gutless wonder.
The door swung inwards. The hand was over his mouth before he noticed the smell. Petrol!
“Hello daddy,” she said as she pushed me into the dining room. “Gotta make this real quick now as Jimmy boy doesn’t know I’m here. Gonna help myself to the goodies in the safe and than daddy dear is gonna go bye byes in a big puff of smoke”.
Becoming more focused Kevin noticed a Beretta in his daughter’s hand. It was the one from his drawer, with the silencer. The way Kelsey held the gun sent shivers down Kevins spine.
The man was down. The house was alight. Now to get the hell out of here and home before Jimmy boy wakes.