RONALD
The ledgers.
Of course it came back to them. Those damn black books no thicker than a bible, filled with decades of numbers, names, debts, blood and a f**k Ron of secrets. The kind of pages men would sell their own families to get.
I had buried them over a decade ago, praying, hoping that they would stay dead. But fate had a way of f*****g up everything.
I blew out a breath, tapping on my steering, eyes glued to the busy intersection. I should have burnt that book to ash when I had the chance but Lydia had convinced me otherwise, saying it might be useful in the future.
I should have known listening to her would lead to a trail of chaos.
She was right about one thing. The book could be used as leverage. But never did I think this was how it would be used.
Catherine’s face bu
