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Grabbing my coat, I thrust my arms into the sleeves as I walk toward the door.
They got a jump on me last time, but this time they won’t get close because I know one of Pasquale’s dirty little secrets, and I think it’s about time I get proof.
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Scaling the wall, I move like a shadow in the night, pulling my gun from the back of my jeans. I hold it close, ready to kill anyone who moves.
Movement to my left catches my eye. I watch for a moment, deciding if it’s dangerous and ready to strike if necessary. I should be resting my wound still fresh, but my revenge can’t wait.
Voices catch my attention, and in silence, I slip past them with ease.
I’m going to prove to Savannah what evil lies beneath her father.
I’m inside in no time, the halls are silent. Something feels off but I continue.
My gun sits firmly in place ready to fire. I have a goal in mind and until I have it, I’m not leaving.
The door opens as I pick the lock, the office cast in darkness.
Turning on the small torch I brought with me, I look around the room once before going to the desk.
Rummaging through the drawers, I finally find what I’m looking for before an envelope catches my eye, the writing far too neat to be Pasquale’s.
Picking it up, I shove it in my pocket. If it’s hidden in this drawer it’s of importance.
Taking what I came for, I open the door softly and check the hall before I slip out and go out the way I came in.
Shots fire just as I pass the tree line barely making it past me before more fire my way. I slide down the embankment and head toward my car and make a run for it, behind the wheel the tires screech as I take off.
I see silhouettes running toward me as I leave it all behind.
Opening the door, I know Savannah is awake. I checked the camera before coming in.
Now she can see who her father really is.
She’s sitting up waiting for me, her nakedness on full display. I’d almost forgotten she hadn’t earned her clothes back yet. Smiling as I move toward her, my fingers brush against her collarbone.
Throwing the folder into her lap, she frowns and looks up at me as she picks it up.
“You wanted evidence, there it is, kitten.” I nod toward the folder.
With shaky hands, Savannah eases the top open and gasps when she sees the first page.
This is the only way she’ll see it, truly fucking see how evil Pasquale is.
Tears slide down her face as she looks through the folder, papers fall to the floor as she struggles to hold it together.
“H-he,” she stutters, gulping down a breath, struggling to compose herself.
“Why would you show me this?” she cries.
“I’m sorry, Savannah, it was the only way,” I tell her, knowing I’ve opened up old wounds.
Slamming the folder shut, Savannah sniffs before she wipes her hand across her face.
I want you to make him suffer,” she says, lifting her gaze to mine.
“I plan to, kitten,” I remind her. She nods and throws the folder to the end of the bed. Curling into a ball she cries softly as I stand and watch over her.
