Chapter 223: Play Fair

Roman Each step up the stairs felt like I was hauling a hundred weights chained to my spine. Randall. The name pulsed behind my eyes like a warning light that refused to shut off. If that lanky, sociopathic bastard was the one manning the cameras, then I’d bet my life he’d already wiped every second of footage that put Serena Matthews anywhere near those grounds. Randall didn’t just clean messes. He erased truths—especially the ones that inconvenienced our father. “Bloody son of a bitch,” I muttered under my breath as my fingers curled around the handle of our bedroom door. I twisted it slowly, carefully, easing it open so the hinges wouldn’t creak. Savannah needed her sleep. God knew she needed it more than anyone right now. Paula was locked in the guest room where she’d stay and I had the key for a reason. Trust was a luxury I couldn’t afford anymore, and Paula had not earned it. Not fully. Chloe would sleep right where she was. That bus should be comfortable enough. That decision ha