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Moving my head into his hand, I think feeling him touch me gives me a moment of peace.
“Every year for fifteen years, Ricardo has sent me the tape of what he and his men did as well as a small vial with a mushroom in it.”
“Fuck.” He shakes his head, and for the first time, I see remorse in his gaze.
The decision to tell him everything keeps me talking. “Your mother sent me a letter apologizing the day before she died. I know you don’t want to believe this, but I’m the villain by your father’s design. To be honest, I think that was his way of putting his cruelty on someone and for giving you a reason to hate me.”
“Yeah, I’m starting to realize that pebble.” Those fingers of his are magic in my hair. I’m relaxed and don’t feel so stressed. “Give me your lawyer’s number. One of my brothers will call her and confirm your story.”
Rattling off her number, I turn to him fully. “Are you going to give me a punishment or pleasure?” Holy hell, I shouldn’t have asked that. Besides, I should be trying to get away. Jason pulls me closer to him, and I tense.
“How about I get you some real food, and you eat while I confirm what you’ve told me?”
“That sounds reasonable.” I’m not going to give him a reason to be cruel to me again. At least he’s willing to listen to me.
“You stay put. I’ll bring you some steak.”
Smiling, I nod. “Thank you very much.” I don’t think my stomach can tolerate something so heavy, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He comes back, and I notice he’s cut the steak up for me into tiny pieces and even brought me strawberries. My lower lip trembles as he places a finger on my lips. “Eat.”
With that, Jason leaves, and I feel like we are finally moving in the right direction.
Eleven
Stepping outside,I can’t believe what I’ve been told. This means I’m no better than my father. “Fuck!” I hold my phone in my hand so tight I hear it groan. Taking a deep breath, I release my hold on it so my knuckles aren’t so white.
Punching out a text, I pace back and forth outside. My mind is going ninety to nothing. How can this be the truth? It just can’t.
Joey
What’s up?
Me
Check this number and let me know if it comes back to a Perita Patton.
Joey
Why didn’t you send this to John?
Me
Because you’ll get back to me within minutes. John will take days if he’s busy.
Joey
Fine, but you owe me.
Me
I’ll pretend you did nothing for me.
He sends me a middle finger emoji. This gets a small chuckle out of me, but I’m too damn caught up in everything I’ve just learned. If it’s the truth, it means I’ve done something unimaginable. And to apologize isn’t in my nature.
Waiting for Joey to get back to me, I think about how Crucinda didn’t seem fidgety or disingenuous during her story. Then again, Father told me she was a master of manipulation.
Is this what this is?
