hase could’ve wasted time and energy cursing Amaya’s father, but instead, he put his plan into action.
When he’d initially heard what Amaya had said—that he’d wanted the old man dead—his hatred obliterating the temporary guilt of his visit might have caused another stroke.
The old man was vile, determined to ruin his own daughter’s happiness. What sort of father did that to his only child, trying to wreck their relationship?
He knew from his private investigator that the old man was a menace and Chase had never been his favourite, especially when he’d started making it big in the district, but what about Amaya? Didn’t the old guy love her at all?
Probably not!
Something niggled at his conscience, wedged like a spur, digging and needling—something about Amaya not knowing his father. An
