R A Y V I N
His fist clenched and unclenched. Taking a deep breath, he rubbed his temple. “Your father was a piece of s**t. He worked for a Mexican cartel called Diablo as their middle man. I know that you girls never knew this side of him, and I think it was for the best. Learning about him now will only hurt you the more. That is why I hid it from both of you.”
“Continue,” Miranda said between low sobs. “Continue, James, I want to know everything.”
“He was their most trusted middle man who delivered and collected packages for them until he became greedy. He learned the lowest extortion method of the Diablo's, which was to frame rich people and threaten to expose that fake recording to either their spouses or the public, in the case of political dignity. Zayvin learned this and began t
