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I hung up, going straight for the door.

“Hey, what happened?” Hunter stepped in front of me.

“It was my dad, Hunt,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion I couldn’t hide anymore. “He has pictures of us in compromising positions and he paid Joshua for information.”

“Who is Joshua?” He asked.

“Maxwell, the man who fucking took advantage of her,” I clipped.

“Fuck, where are you going?” He held up his hand to keep me from walking to the door. “Don’t do something stupid, we can?—”

“I’m going to put the fucking fear of god in my father,” I said, putting his arm down and walked past him. “I can’t believe he would do this.”

“Let me go with you,” he said, reaching for his coat.

“No, stay here. She shouldn’t be alone,” I said, looking back at his room, feeling guilty for leaving, but this had to be dealt with now.

“You shouldn’t be alone either,” he said quickly. “Ro, think about this.”

“Think about how he hired someone to spy on us and then orchestrated this entire shit show,” I snapped, pulling my phone out so he could see the pictures.

“Shit,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Did your friend get these pictures for you?”

I nodded.

“Ro, please don’t go without me. I don’t like this, but?—”

“Don’t ask me not to go. I have to do this,” I said, grabbing him around his neck and kissing him.

“Kissing isn’t going to make me forget,” he murmured against my lips.

“I know, I just want you to know that I would do anything to do right by you and Valencia, and that is protecting you guys even from my family,” I said, resting my forehead against his. “We will leave early tomorrow and pay Joshua a visit and possibly a magazine.”

“Ok, fine, but we do everything else together,” he said, pulling me in for another kiss. “I’m sorry I pushed you away, it was stupid?—”

I kissed him before he could say anything else.

“I know. We will all talk when we get this shit sorted out because?—”

I love you both.

I couldn’t say it now. I wanted us to be together when I did. “Because we have a lot to talk about.”

Hunter looked at me warily but nodded. I left his apartment, took the elevator and drove fast to my father’s house. It was ten o’clock on a Saturday, I knew he would be awake as I parked, seeing the houselights on.

I didn’t bother knocking, using my key to get in the house. I swung the door open, almost hitting Tomás. His eyes were wide when I glanced at him.

“Romeo?” He followed me when I didn’t respond.

My father was in his recliner sipping on a beer, watching sports highlights. The moment he saw me, he scowled.

“Nice of?—”

“You listen and don’t speak,” I snarled.

“Romeo!” My mother admonished me.

“Were you going to have them post about my sex life and do a smear campaign with the woman I am with?” I snapped. “What did you expect would happen? Why the fuck would you do this?”

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