As I sit here, tied to a chair, I can’t help but think that this has come full circle. No matter how hard we fought, it was always going to come down to this—father versus son. I hoped I would be the victor, but it seems I was mistaken.
Tugging at the ropes at my wrists, I feel they won’t budge. We’re at the factory, not the most discreet of locations, which gives me hope that maybe a miracle can still happen. I need to stall him and hope and pray Cami and Cian will find me in time.
“Why didn’t you just kill me when you had the chance? There were multiple times you could. I can’t get my head around it. Why go to all this trouble? You just wanted to f**k with me, is that it?”
Sean continues smoking, but something is different, something I didn’t see coming. “I knew I’d lost,” he reveals
