Page 83 of Vengeful Secret

He raises his eyebrows at me, and I chuckle darkly.

“Plenty,” I pause. “I got some info out of one of Murphy’s cousins. The one who went after Sutton.”

“Did you? What’d you find out?” Da sounds excited.

“That he has three men out, one for Lara and Bree, one for Paige, and one for Sutton.”

“Names?”

“I got them,” I say, thinking that Da doesn’t need to know names. He might make some calls, and that would ruin our element of surprise.

I expect him to frown and argue, but he doesn’t.

“Good. Good.”

“Thank you for being so kind about me bringing Sutton here.” I’ve been wanting to thank him for a while, but things have just been so crazy.

He waves a hand dismissively. “There’s no need to thank me. Whoever you love, I love, Gray. You’re my son.”

My chest feels a little tight with emotion.

“It still warrants a thank you, Da.”

“She’s a sweet little thing,” he mumbles. “And that little girl of hers? Smart as a whip!”

I grin. “She is, isn’t she?”

“You always were too. Always telling your little stories.”

I cock my head. “Stories?”

He chuckles. “You don’t remember telling me and your mother stories about Randy the frog?”

I blink. “Randy the what now?”

He laughs out loud. “Randy the frog was your imaginary friend. He was the one you blamed for every bad thing you did, and he went on quite a lot of adventures.”

I flush, feeling a little silly but somehow closer to Ciara.

“I’m just happy that everyone gets along.”

“Should I be listening out for wedding bells?” he asks with a smirk, and I sober a bit.

“I want to take things slow this time,” I say quietly. “Because we didn’t, before, and look what happened.”

Da nods. “Taking it slow is always the best thing to do. Trust me.”

I stand up, patting Da on the shoulder. “I’m going down to breakfast.”

He chuckles. “Getting right used to Marisol bringing mine, I think.”

I laugh and head back downstairs, feeling a hundred times better about things than I had before the interrogation.

It feels like I have some type of purpose, some way to go, ideas on who exactly I need to punish, and it feels good.

I slide back into bed with Sutton, and she mumbles something under her breath, turning into my chest and sighing when I put my arms around her.

She makes little grumbling noises as she falls back into sleep, and it makes my heart swell, how much I love her.

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