Chapter 205: Paula Called Him

Roman The moment Zane muttered something about being mixed up in “dangerous stuff,” something ugly and familiar crawled up my spine. Maybe I am paranoid. Maybe I am dramatic. But when someone says danger, my mind goes to the same demons every damn time. My father. And the sick little entourage of criminals he calls allies. It’s pathetic how much of my life traces back to their rot. Mess after mess, wound after wound, disaster after disaster—every time, I peel back the layers and there they are at the core like some parasitic infestation. So naturally, when Zane said the word dangerous, my brain immediately screamed: them. The five evil minions. And suddenly I didn’t have the patience to tiptoe. “Well?” I snapped. “Go on. Speak. What exactly were you involved with?” He flicked his eyes to me, then down at his hands like he was ashamed of them. His palms, his fingers, the lines between them. Every part of him jittered, restless and guilty. “I’m pretty sure you already know,” he finally s