AYLA
My throat constricted.
I wanted to laugh at the cruel joke.
But acid rose up my throat, burning the laughter.
Never knew a dead man could be charged with attempted murder.
I stared at Don Cassian.
I didn't know what to say. I shook my head.
He was lying.
He had to be lying.
I didn't believe him. I wouldn't dare.
My father had been a truck driver. My father would never had tried to kill anyone.
He wanted to ruin my father's memory, and I wouldn't let him.
"Liar!" I mumbled through sealed lips.
He didn't defend himself.
He disappeared into his luxury penthouse and reappeared minutes later with a flash and a laptop in one hand.
"Get the hell away from me!" I grated, wishing he could hear me.
I pushed myself on the floor.
He stared at me with light amusement.
The weight of my body on the floor, hands and legs tied, sent pain shooting through my elbow.
I saw stars.
I preferred this. This was better than sitting close to the devil.
