Victor stared at the television screen and couldn’t help frowning. “Are you f*****g kidding me?”
He couldn’t believe his eyes, couldn’t believe his ears. Did he hear the name right? Was it actually her? Or someone else who shared the same name?
Fuck. He didn’t know. He didn’t know how to confirm the news. He moved his gaze from the screen to his phone that laid on the table in front of him, and chewed on his bottom lip, wondering. Would he even care if he called Jayce and told him about it?
No. He wouldn’t. That smart-ass would probably just shrug and go about his day.
But Victor couldn’t do that. If anything about what they did to her back then came out, his father would end him.
It had been two long years. But something about that night always bothered him. He was too immature back
