Amaya's POV
I sat down on the couch opposite Berkley, and she just stared at me. I knew she was angry and had every right to be. I wouldn't blame her if she hated me, but I had to try.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"Don't. I don't know what happened but before I decide if I'm mad at you or not, I need to understand what happened because if I've learned anything it's learn the truth before you react to anything." Berkley said and I was really hoping that I wasn't going to have to do this, but she deserved the truth.
"I swear that I had no clue what they were planning on doing. I only thought it involved Dominic, not you and Ace. They forced my hand."
"How did they force your hand?" she asked, being way more patient than I could have ever had.
"My father. He owed them something and he u
