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It was a picture of my father standing next to a boy.
The moment my eyes landed on the boy, a gasp tore from my lips.
Trigger.
He was standing next to my dad.
Trigger knew my father?
My father knew Trigger?
What.
The.
Actual.
Fuck.
Scrambling to my feet with the picture clutched tightly in my hand, I bolted from the office. Thundering back up the staircase at full speed, I called his name at the top of my lungs.
"Trigger?"
Panicked, I threw open every door I passed, desperate for answers to the madness I had been thrust into.
"Trigger – get out of my way, Patrice," I warned when I found Patrice guarding the last door at the end of the wing.
"Ashton no go –"
"Now!"
Grimacing, he blew out a pained breath and slowly stepped aside.
"Trig," I called out, pushing the door open and rushing into the bedroom. "I know you're mad, but I can explain everything…"
My words trailed off when my eyes landed on the scene before me.
No.
No.
No, no, no…
Trig was there.
In the bed.
With a woman straddling his hips.
Not just any woman.
Mygoddamn whore!
A million different crippling emotions and feelings coursed through me, but, surprisingly, the first words that came out of my mouth were, "How do you know this man?"
"Jesus Christ," Tanya strangled out, springing upright. "Ashton, I'm so –"
"Fuck you," was all I replied, keeping my eyes locked on his. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I marched up to the bed and tossed the photograph on his chest. "How do you know this man!"
