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"You do this for me, do you understand?" he said. "No matter what happens, or what you're told about me, you come home and you find this box."
"What's inside it, Daddy?" I asked, intrigued.
"Everything you'll need," he replied quietly. "All you need to do is remember."
"I don’t get it, Daddy."
"You don’t need to understand, Ashton," my father replied, placing the heavy box into my hands. "All you need to do is remember. Can you do that for me…"
Feeling a concoction of devastation and fury flood my body, I quickly pushed all thoughts of Royce Northwood away.
I couldn’t think about my father.
I refused to.
It hurt too damn much.
The day I was handed over to Fabio Crellid was the day I decided that my father no longer deserved a place in my heart.
He'd raised me like a lamb for the slaughter.
His parting gift to me was a lifetime of prostitution and slavery.
That wasnotthe act of a father.
That was the act of amonster.
At least Fabio never pretended to love me or care. I knew where I stood with him. My father had tricked me in the cruelest of ways, and I'd learned all about him since his death.
I knew what he was about now, how evil and cruel he had been when he was alive. Fabio and his sons had taken great pleasure in taunting me with the truth, and I wished I'd never loved him in the first place.
"¡Encuentra a Patrice ahora!" Trig's voice boomed through my thoughts, dragging me back to the present, and it was the only sentence in a long, flurry of Spanish he'd spoken that I understood
He was bellowing it so loudly, over and over, that I didn’t think anyone could miss what he was saying.
Find Patrice.
Oh shit.
Patrice!
He would tell on me. He would tell Trigger what I'd done – how I'd tricked him with a whore and had stolen his wallet and gun.
I felt sick.
Don’t get comfy in these arms, Ashton.
Once he figures out what you did, you're toast.
I was as good as dead.
Panic clawed at my gut, clearing the numbness and making way for a meltdown.
I needed out of here.
I needed to escape or I needed to die.
There was no other way around it.
