Page 82 of Ashes of Sin

Or I cried for my mother, wanting free of his abuse.

“Ahh my boy. You never understood, did you? It’s never been about anyone else’s pleasure. Only my own.”

Fucking cunt.

I hang up, as his continued laughter rings in my ear, and my jaw almost snaps with fury.

I was wrong. I still care about revenge, but now it’s time to end this.

Kyra walked away, but I will not accept this is over.

He didn’t kidnap me.

Kyra protected me. She could’ve tried to have me locked up for fucking life. Instead, she lied to the authorities.

Without proof and with her statement, I will be home in a few hours. Then, I need to work out my next steps.

Steps to get Kyra home, where she belongs.

In my arms.

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I LEAVE THE police station two-and-a-half hours later, my lawyer beside me.

“This isn’t just going to go away,” Troy says. “It will leak into the press.”

No, it won’t. I have people who will clean that shit up.

And money.

“Make sure it doesn’t. That’s why I pay you over a thousand dollars a goddamn hour.” I grunt, searching for Mitch and my car.

Troy arrived just as I was being released.

I spot Mitch beside the vehicle and wave out.

“Fine. Keep away from Kyra Fox for now, at the very least. We need to let the heat cool. The media will be all over this now that you have been arrested. And that’s harder to control, even with all your money.”

Whatever. He just needs to do his part and keep the cops away.

I’m not staying away from Kyra. I just haven’t quite figured out the best approach. She may need time.

Then again, she has that toy inside her, reminding her who she belongs to.

That gives me hope.

“I will call you tomorrow,” I tell him, climbing into the back seat.

“You okay, boss?” Mitch asks.

“Tired and hungry.” I tell him, wondering if Mitch recognized Kyra from earlier tonight and what he thinks. Strangely, I care about what he thinks. Maybe it’s because of Denzel. “Just a misunderstanding. Ms. Fox is going to clear things up.”

“She’s a beautiful woman,” he says, and we pull out into traffic.

That she is.

I dig into my original research files on Kyra from my phone and find her phone number. Then send off a message.

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