Tate
“You son of a-Desiree, baby look at me,” I answered the video call.
I blinked.
The sight of her was enough to make my heart break. Desiree had tears streaming down her face as Alejandro forced her body down on the hard surface.
“Tate.” Desiree was too far gone in her drug-induced state to acknowledge me.
“Please, look at me.” I silently begged her.
“I’m coming for you, babe...just hold on for me. Hold on to what we have.” Alejandro gripped her hips harshly, a scream erupting from Desiree.
“Come get me, Tate.” Alejandro sneered, leaning forward and ended the call.
I felt numb as I stared dumbly at my phone. Alexander shook me by the shoulders, but I was frozen in shock. “Tate, snap out of it.”
I blinked again, a single tear falling down my cheek. “It’s all my fault.”
“Tate,
