Tate
Desiree was a natural at shooting a gun, making my heart swell with pride. Not only was she smart and beautiful, but she was also a sharpshooter. Deep down inside, I knew Zane was right. I should come clean with my father and tell him everything, but I was afraid I would lose her if I did. I didn’t want that. Desiree was my forever.
Alexander Vasiliev dusted off his suit, raising an eyebrow. “Is there a reason we’re meeting in the middle of nowhere?”
“Yes. It’s more private.” I replied, leaning on the tree.
“I just thought you should know, Lucien, texted me last night.”
“And?” I asked.
“He asked if you had been in contact with me...if you had anything to do with the disappearance of DeMarco Sanchez’s daughter.”
“You didn’t tell him, did you?” I widened my eyes and sighed.
“Ch
