MOTSHAN
“What the fuck am I going to do now?” I yelled into the car. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
I drove down the road, dear old dad dead in the back seat. I needed to come up with a story and fast. I hadn’t planned for him to die yet. That was supposed to be saved for Scarlet, a payback for all the shit he put us through as kids.
Shipping me off to Romania was just the start of it for me. He sent me there, putting me into the care of the old family. It had been brutal from day one. I was treated worse than a dog, shoved into fight after fight, even as a child. My entire body was covered in scars from the shit they had put me through.
They had tried to turn me against Scarlet every day, telling me how it was her fault I was sent there and how she had wanted me gone. They didn’t expect me to be smart enough, even as a ten-year-old, to know what they were doing.
“Think!” I yelled at myself, smacking my hand against the steering wheel as I sped back to London. There was no getting around that I was going to have to place the blame for this on the Triad. There was no getting Scarlet and her men out of this unscathed, no matter how badly I wanted this stupidity to end.
Sebastian had taken it out of my hands, starting a war I would be helpless against stopping.