“Your daddy’s bitch,” EJ answered, and for a moment I was confused. My father had been gone for years. But he had a widow. My eyes narrowed, and I sat forward in my chair. “Are you telling me Breanna is working with William?” I asked. “For what, and for how long?” “I don’t know.” He shrugged, as much as he could. “Just looks like gold-digger shit to me. William has been fucking her for like a month—maybe two?”
