I still felt the weight of Mark’s words pressing down on my chest, my father’s murder burning in my mind. Cholo Vacinni
The name repeated in my head like a cursed melody, like a mantra, a name I had never heard before yet one that now controlled my entire past. My hands clenched into fists. My father had been murdered, and Mark had known all this time.
I should’ve been mad at him. Maybe I was, but something about the way he held me, the way his hand stroked my hair in an attempt to calm me, kept me from breaking away. At least he wanted revenge for me, he wanted to defend that Wesley family name honor, if that wasn’t enough then I don’t know what is
And there were my needs, I wanted more. More of his comfort. More of his warmth. More of him.
Inside me
I shifted in his arms, loo
