She slid too-bright eyes to me.“You always tell the hard truths.Tell me.”
I couldn’t blame her for thinking I wouldn’t blink at hurting her again.But fuck, she looked like she was about to keel over.
Nearing the women, I made my tone gentle.“Sienna, have a seat.”
Her back shot straight.“Just tell me, Jake.”
“Your father—”
“Nigel Morrison is my genitor.I’m Caitlin Winslow’s daughter.”
Damn fucking right.
“You’re his third illegitimate child we know of.You’ve met one, the other woman lives in Greece, and Morrison has known about you since you were fifteen.”
She flinched so hard that Cam’s hand shot out toward her.Her big eyes got wet again, and her quivering lips moved, but no sound came out.
Forcing my body still because I fucking knew I was the last person she’d want close, my tone softened further.“Sienna—”
“Fifteen?”she whispered.
A single tear rolled down her cheek, and I hadn’t thought it possible, but my hatred for Morrison deepened.
There was a tremor in her voice.“How long have you known of Nigel’s intentions?”
“Zook...Lenny told us last night.”
“So, that’s why you’ve been nice to me,” she breathed out.
I took that punch in the gut, and my fists clenched.
Cam shot a frowning glance at me and touched Sienna’s shoulder.“We all care about you, Sia.”
“That’s all I am to him.”Her voice broke.“Spare body parts.”
“Oh, honey,” Cam murmured.
I shoved my hands in my pockets to refrain from holding her and telling her everything would be okay.
Her chin tipped up.“What did Nigel steal from you?”
“The deed to my family’s land.”
“I see.”She cleared her throat.“What did you tell Nigel?”
“That I’d use our relationship to keep you away from him until I get the deed back.”
The pain of betrayal in her eyes hit me in the chest.
“Has he given it back?”
“No.But he’s been calling.”
“Oh.”
She was fucking swaying.She needed rest.She needed a break from everything life had put her through.From the motherfucker.From me.
“Sienna, are you sick?”