Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“What about your brothers?”
“Navarro and Xaviar hate him as much as I do.”
“They’ve never—”
“Of course, they have.”
At least she had someone trying to protect her.
“He’s put them on their deathbeds because of it. They can’t do anything. They’ve tried, and he’s untouchable. The only thing they can do is play his game like I have to. I don’t know what else to say about it. I don’t begrudge them because it’s been harder on me. They know. They’ve apologized many times for how much they failed me. How disappointed our mother would be. I love my brothers, and I know they’d die for me if they had to. We were all dealt shitty cards, and this is just the way it is.”
“Are they—”
“Yes. They run certain territories. My father wouldn’t expect anything less than them following in his footsteps.”
My mind was chaos. I needed to think, and I had no time to do it.
Something in the way she was looking at me let me know she’d never shared this with anyone before.
As if reading my mind, she confessed, “I tried to push you away, Luke. You know I did. It wasn’t an act. I didn’t want to work you over, but I had no choice. When I wasn’t getting any information out of you quick enough for him, he left me a reminder on my face of why I had to… Everything I felt, everything I told you, it was all true. It was how I felt, it was how you made me feel. I thought… I just thought you’d be like the rest of them. I thought it’d be easy, but you weren’t. I’ve been around men like you all my life, and all I wanted was for you to be the last man I’d have to fuck over. That’s what he promised me. He swore I’d be free after you, but I should have known better. It was just another one of his bullshit schemes to get me to play by his rules like he always does.”
I could see the trepidation in her eyes.
Our stares never wavered from each other as she slowly started to move her hand toward my chest, softly placing it over my heart.
With an unwavering gaze, she revealed, “I was never after you.”
Her pure devastation was so thick, so suffocating, I could almost choke on it.
“Don’t you see? It was one of the reasons I tried to keep you away from me. I never wanted to involve myself in anything. A huge part of me wanted to tell you the truth Sunday night after the shoot-out, but I couldn’t.” She slowly shook her head, trying to make me understand.
There was so much sincerity in her tone.
I wanted to believe her… God, I want to believe her.
She scanned my eyes, searching for the man she knew or for the man she wanted, needed me to be for her. For the first time in my life, I didn’t know where that man was.
I felt lost.
“What does he know about me?”
“Nothing. I lied to him. I covered for you. I told him you wouldn’t tell me anything. It’s why I had to leave without saying goodbye to you.”
Still confused, I asked, “How did you think I wouldn’t come for you?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, Jameson… I’m just a broken girl, and I told you; you can’t fix me. I don’t want to be fixed. This is who I am. I’m his property. He sells me, or I’m his spy. However, the older I became, the more he used me for his cons. Those are the only two things I’m good for in his eyes. Nobody knows who I am to him. I don’t think anybody knows I even exist, which is a very lonely life. I’m defined by my identity, yet I hide from the world.”
I inhaled a deep breath, feeling the unbearable weight of her truths.
In a high-pitched tone, she mocked, “And to punish me for not being able to get any information out of you, there was a five-man party just waiting for me and only me. Once my next set was over, I was going to be passed around five men like a fucking rag doll. It’s why I learned how to fight to begin with. I needed to defend myself when I had nobody else to do it for me in a room full of killers who think they can do anything and get away with it.”
I winced. I couldn’t help it. This was all too much to take.
Too much to process.
Too much to stomach.
I’d never personally experienced evil quite like this, and it shocked me to my core.
What kind of father does this to their own flesh and blood?
Our connection never strayed from one another while I took in everything she confessed. Never in a million years did I expect it to turn out this way, and I’d be lying if I told you I knew how to process any of it.