A Risky Prospect, Chapter 12

All I had to do was ask, but I never did, not in the weeks since Ravage told me who my father is. Maybe I didn’t want to know. Ignorance isn’t bliss, though. I need to know everything about the men around me to keep myself safe.

You don’t need to be a P.I. or cop to find someone. You just need to know what you’re doing.

I only have a few minutes.

catch up A Risky Prospect, Chapter 1 A Risky Prospect, Chapter 2 A Risky Prospect, Chapter 3 A Risky Prospect, Chapter 4 A Risky Prospect, Chapter 5 A Risky Prospect, Chapter 6 A Risky Prospect, Chapter 7 A Risky Prospect, Chapter 8 A Risky Prospect, Chapter 9 Chapter 12Olivia

There are times I feel like someone is pulling the strings, just trying to push me to my breaking point. Today is one of those days.

This morning feels like it was ages and ages ago, yet it’s not even midnight. It’s like someone is just dragging it out, building up the tension until I can’t take it anymore.

I sit on Cliff’s bed at the club house, alone, my wet hair dripping down my back. I thought about just going home, but it’d look really weird if I ditched my own party. Besides, the guys put a lot of work into the whole thing. It’s not their fault that my opportunist ex dragged himself back into the state, or that, even dead, Bastard is still pulling the strings behind the scenes.

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