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I sigh, honestly, I had completely forgotten about him. I’ve been so consumed by my time here with Cal, I dismissed the fucking asshole who hurt her. “What about him?” Finding him isn’t the hard part, it’s taking care of him that is.

I can’t go back.

“Well… before we go into that, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Mhmm.” I stare down the road, hoping to hear or see Cal’s car driving up the dirt path.

“You said that the guy you killed in that bar, something Cheshire, right?”

A sickening feeling grips at my stomach. “Yeah. Gregory Cheshire, brother to that crazy bitch Samantha.”

“Mr. Horn is employed by the Serrano’s.”

“Okay? We knew that, that’s—”

“He first was employed to the family prior... Ronan, that family was the Cheshire’s. Samantha Cheshire married Armando Serrano.”

A cold chill rolls down my side. “Where are you right now?” I ask him.

“Home.”

I look at the lake, my heart racing frantically. “You know… I always thought I’d be the one killing myself—”

“Ronan!” His shout is loud.

“That I’d drink myself to my grave.” I can hear Ken screaming, but his words don’t register to me. All of her lies. How had I not even questioned anything with her. How had I beensofucking blind? “Now things are becoming clearer.”

Her being so hardheaded on staying with a stranger.

That initial night we met, how her reaction to me being in the cabin was more of fear, not surprise.

The house fire coincidentally happening three days before I was released.

My file just showing up on her mother’s desk.

Why she wouldn’t tell me more when I pressed about the Serrano’s.

The cameras.

My mind is racing, because there is absolutely no way that Calista was out here with me to set me up.

“Ronan, answer me you fucking twat!”

“Listen to me,” I say with an angry bark behind my words. “Do exactly what I say, and in the end, you make sure that you take care of her.”

“What do you mean?”

I groan.

“Ro—”

“Ken, you’ll do exactly as I command of you. Don’t ask questions.” My gaze drifts to my hand which is shaking. “Cal’s in trouble, and it’s going to likely cost me my life, so listen carefully.”

Damn her for not telling me what was going on.

Damn her for making me fall in love with her.

Damnthemfor once again reminding memyhappiness will always be short lived.

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