Page 345 of Tempted By her Daddies

Maybe she shouldn’t say as much . . . but what did it matter now? She was going to die and these guys deserved to know the truth.

“Just before I turned eighteen, Grandpa died, and I didn’t know what to do. But my friends on the island helped me. They gathered up supplies and money. I was going to leave on the next supply ship. But then he came in the middle of the night for me. He drugged me, brought me back here to his island. And he started to train me. I refused at first, resisted, even though his training was far harsher than Grandpa’s.”

She swallowed back the memories. The last thing she wanted was to show any more weakness. But the beatings had been the least of it. She’d been subjected to psychological torture that had changed her even more than Grandpa’s training had.

“I . . . things were bad. So bad. But the thing that broke me, that had me doing what he wanted, were his threats against my friends. He promised to go back and kill all of them. Wipe them out. And I knew he’d do it.”

She studied them as best she could in the near dark. It was getting lighter outside, sun peeking through the cracks in the ceiling and under the door.

But she couldn’t tell what they were thinking.

“So I became the person he wanted. A spy. Who would suspect me? When he needed someone to sneak into a building or someone’s house to find evidence or plant it, I was his person. I didn’t have any records. I’m a ghost and I had the skills he wanted. He had people brought in to train me. To make me the weapon he wanted. And when he wanted me to get close to the three of you . . . to send him information, that’s what I did.”

“What information did you send him?” Alexei asked.

“Bugger all, really.” She let out a huff. “You guys had good security. I couldn’t find a lot. I fed him enough to keep him happy. But my downfall was not telling him about the invite toEscana. That was unforgivable because he could have used that to take you all out. Use me to take you all out.”

“Why didn’t you tell him?” Salem asked.

“Because I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I particularly never want to harm the three of you. Because I love you.”

She knew they wouldn’t believe her.

But, before she died, she had to tell them how she felt about them.

The door opened suddenly, but she didn’t flinch. She was too numb to react.

“You love them, do you?” Her father sneered down at her.

Mark grabbed her, pulling up so she stood in front of him, facing her father.

It felt wrong to call him that. He didn’t deserve the title.

“Hello, sperm donor,” she said dryly. “I would say it’s nice to see you, but I’m tired of lying.”

Slap!

The force of his blow had her head flying to the side and her cheek throbbing. Just add it to the rest of her pain.

What did surprise her was the guy’s reaction. Their yells and anger filled the room. Mark held her up with both hands on her upper arms and he let out a nasty laugh.

He was a good actor; he’d had her fooled back when she’d met him at the house.

“Fucking bitch! You deserve to die with them.” Her sperm donor smiled evilly. And she couldn’t help but tense. “But that would be too easy. And you need to pay for your betrayal. So you’re going to come with me.”

Mark tossed her over his shoulder before she could react and then he was walking out of the hut. She forced herself not to react, even as her body tensed.

It was better for him to underestimate her.

She stared back at her men, the light from outside allowed her to see them more clearly. They all looked devastated.

So perhaps they did care about her a bit.

Tamsyn just hoped that they knew that she wouldn’t let them die.

“Let’s go,” her sperm donor said. “Our cameras caught the princes sneaking onto the south side of the island. As soon as they reach the main compound, we’ll set off the bombs.”

“Looking forward to that, boss,” Mark said.

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