LONDON

 

 

 

I sobbed to sleep alone. Maybe I deserved it. 

It broke my heart to lie to Striker. It broke my heart to see him leave. I just thought I was doing him a favor. My mess with my father was our mess alone. Striker didn’t have to be involved with this.

I didn’t know what came to me, but it had to be done. I wouldn’t give my father any more satisfaction in using us to get what he wanted. He wouldn’t get anything from us anymore.

“If your dad doesn’t pay the amount I asked, I will send him your fingers one by one.” This nightmare would end...