Damian looked up, saw Vincent, and his eyes blew wide. "Da-Dad?"
Then something clicked and he grabbed at Vincent's sleeve like a dog. "Did this b***h seduce you? You can't trust her, she's an actress, she plays people for a living."
I brought my hand across his face. "Playing people? Which of us is playing people? Was it really you who saved me that night? Why did you lie about it?"
He clutched his cheek without bothering to complain about the pain, glanced guiltily at Vincent, and mumbled, "I took you to the hospital. How is that not saving you?"
Vincent drew his gun and put a round in his thigh. "If you hadn't told me she'd fallen for you at first sight, do you think I would ever have let her go? Consider this bullet the end of everything between us. You're not my son anymore. Pack
