JACE ‘JR’ ASHER/ TRIGGER
“I’M SORRY”
She hiccupped.
I really didn’t give a fuck she’d cried her way here or that she’d soaked my handkerchief with tears and snort I almost felt sorry I didn’t have another one to hand it to her.
“It’s okay”
There was no shame in mourning, no shame of expressing how you actually felt and normally this type of pain didn’t end.
If she could have seen her father’s body sprawled across the living room like some dog left to rot, damn it, she would have been crying harder than she was now.
The pain of losing someone didn’t just evaporate from your system in a day. It would take years, eternity even to process that you were alone.
And in this case, Lucia Amato was alone. Her father was gone and I’m pretty sure Michael Markovich made it his mission to eliminate the fiancé too.
“W—Where are we going after this?”
Her glossy dark eyes searched mine and I was tongue tied for a minute.
