CHAPTER 12
The world stops spinning, Dominick’s face frozen in a bland mask that appears neither apologetic nor concerned.
He killed my father, and he admitted it so blatantly, so cruelly, as if I wouldn’t respond. But should I? Can I? I’m frozen to the chair. I can’t seem to force myself to react. My brain is a tornado of emotion and thoughts so manic that the only thing I feel physically is a super-heated rage just below my heart.
I was right about my father dying because of something he was involved in. But whatever it was, whether he’d done a job with Gunner or not, it had been what he stole from Dominick that had led to his death.
Yes, there was a reason to kill him—my father stole from the club.
Yes, my dad and I had a tenuous relationship.
But the man didn’t deserve to die.
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