“You better fucking be right,” I half-growl, not the slightest bit happy about any of this. If it wouldn’t get me arrested, I’d drive to that bitch’s house now and just take Aurora myself. “So we play dress up, pretend to be some sick fucks who like to buy children, and get our girl’s little girl back for good.” With the same daunting expression he wears in the ring, Royce nods. “That’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
