AMELIA
Don’t cry, I told myself, forcing the tears back into my eyes. Don’t you f*****g dare, Amelia.
Still, that was all I wanted to do: curl up and sob and scream my fear and desperation out until every drop of life left my body.
But I couldn’t – letting my desperation show up on my face would have been exactly what Devon wanted, and I’d be damned before I gave him that.
“Did anyone ever tell you you’re a f*****g psychopath?” I asked. “Why are you even doing all of this? Clayton was a shithead, and you’ve never even met him. Brad’s your father, not him”.
Devon let out a small chuckle. “I don’t give two f***s about Clayton – despite what you and my brothers might think, I’m not doing this for revenge”.
My brothers – he was talking about Erik and Austin.
“Then why?”
He shrug
