She could see that. He had that air about him—the perpetual younger brother. It was that youthfulness to him that drew her in like a moth to the flame.
“Jackson got us involved in human trafficking,” he whispered, closing his eyes, and tilting his head forward. She saw the shame on his face, the horror, and she knew he’d shut her out so he couldn’t see her reaction to his revelation.
She couldn’t blame him for it. Was there anything lower than the buying and selling of other people?
“None of us signed up for that. None of us. We move drugs, a bit of hardware, that’s our MO. Never people. We did two runs, and I wasn’t even involved in them, but I felt like such a f*****g bastard. I hated it. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, Christie. I hated Jackson, hated him for getting us mixed up i
