didn’t owe me anything then, but he does now. “Was my father—the man who raised me—paying you to protect me for those five years?” “Yes. Ten million.” That pisses me off for whatever reason. Fuck. I’m so angry. And so damn hot. I rip off my hoodie and chuck it to the couch behind me, leaving myself in a tiny tank. “Not so noble then, Mr. Wells. Double-dipping to milk every cent out of me.”
