You always knew Dutch was a horrible man but seeing it first hand felt different.

Dutch stared at you as you asked him a simple question. ”Do you even love me?”

He didn’t feel anything for your clear sadness. He simply narrowed his eyes at you.

“Your own father can’t even love you, what makes you think i could?” Dutch said coldly before turning his gaze back to his book.

He didn’t have time for you and your such stupid questions. He had a gang to run after all.