Page 93 of Backfire
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My phone dinged with a text, drawing my attention to the screen. The words I read caused my fists to ball.
Reese: Sydney’s gone.
I tried to tell Reese we couldn’t trust her. Never trust a Ricci. Her father killed my mother seventeen years ago. Sydney should’ve died back then on the day she was born. But no. Fate decided to fuck with me and make her the third in my triad. And now…
I looked back down at the body slumped over the desk.
She killed my father.
I was going to hunt that little bitch down, and this time when I found her, I was going to slit her fucking throat.
Who said you couldn’t fight fate?
