Grandma and Uncle Matt appeared in Uncle Nathan’s driveway just as the fire department was dousing the smoldering remains of Parker's sports car.
Uncle Nathan was completely livid, pacing the pavement and screaming at Uncle Matt about letting an "uncontrollable child" run wild. Little B hid behind my legs, clutching my jeans. When I glanced down, the kid had a ridiculously satisfied smirk plastered across his face.
Across the driveway, Shiloh, his brothers, and Parker sto
Yep, that anger is going to be around for a bit. Someone steps in to set things straight with Shiloh.
When I was little and heard about a serial killer, I was like why would someone kill cereal?
“What are you doing here?” Shiloh asked, looking completely confused.
Behind me, I could hear Little B letting out a quiet, mischievous snicker. That kid.
“Where is Damian?” I asked, my eyes darting around the space. I hadn’t been over to Uncle Nathan’s in a while, and he had clearly made a few renovations to the floor plan.
Uncle Nathan suddenly stepped into the hallway. “Noah? What are you doing here?”
“Where is Damian?” I repeated firmly.
We will learn about Jack’s calling card and why he’s the gold rapist.
Damian did not steal the chain. Sometimes people make dumb mistakes and this was one.
To go further no one outside the family knows Jack is dead. He is still missing and some corruption will be exposed.
I walked into the living room, completely unsure of what to expect next.
Grandma sat on the sofa right next to Lucky. I took a seat in one of the plush armchairs and noticed Little B was back at the island counter, pencil in hand, drawing furiously.
“Noah, this is not going to be easy for you to hear,” Grandma said sincerely, turning to look at Grandpa. “You can sit down, honey.”
Grandpa nodded heavily, taking the armchair opposite mine.
“I was about three years old,” Lucky b
Hi cousins were blackmailed and things are not going to snap back to everyone being friendly. It's a hell of deceit but Noah is a decent guy and eventually they come to some kind of relationship.
“Damian!” Uncle Matt gasped, his voice cracking with shock.
“Dad, I can explain... please!” Damian begged, squirming against the wall where he was still pinned.
“Do we even trust him?” I asked, glaring daggers at my cousin.
Grandma walked over, stopping inches from him and staring cold, hard truth directly into his eyes.
“Grandma, please,” Damian pleaded, his voice breaking.
Then, with a heavy thud, Damian suddenly fell to the floor as his bindings vanished. Little B sto
The police arrived quickly, taking flashing crime scene photos of the vandalism. Grandma and the lead Black Hawk guard escorted the officers to the security room to review whatever footage the cameras had managed to record.
Through it all, Chase just sat on the low stone wall outside, his eyes locked onto the dripping red letters: DON'T TRUST CHASE.
Here is the thing—Chase hadn’t given me a single reason to doubt him. It was going to take a hell of a lot more than a can of spray paint