Page 123 of Silent Vendetta (Vendetta Duet)

Luna

My mind raced back to what he’d said before he’d attacked me—before I’d become overcome with survival.

“You’re the one that wanted to make my father’s case disappear.” But why? “Why would you care about my father’s case?” I pressed. “What would you have to gain by keeping an innocent man in prison?”

His lips pursed. “If you’d heeded my warnings, your father would still be alive right now.”

The room seemed to close in, and my vision tunneled on him.

“You…you’re the reason he’s dead. You wanted him silent. Why?”

No response.

My brain scrambled to find the answer that felt like it was dangling within reach, like a word you couldn’t quite find when speaking.

Think, Luna. Dad was killed so the case would die with him.The person who would benefit from that case getting buried had murdered to make it happen.

A person who’d kill for it would be…

Oh my god.

“You’re responsible for that teenager’s death?” I whispered.

“That kid was nothing more than a tragic accident. A Tuesday night gone wrong.”

Holy shit.

“You knew an innocent man was charged for a crime he didnotcommit, and you stood by and did nothing?”

“God, you sound just like my brother,” Alexander snarled.

My brother?

“Hunter’s father knew about this?”

Alexander looked at his watch.

“Was he there that night, too?” I pressed.

No denial.

Did Hunter know this? A bolt of panic flooded my limbs at the betrayal. But, no, there was no way Hunter would have known about this. He was actively trying to find the person threatening me. And if he knew that his uncle was a danger, he would’ve done something about it. At a minimum, told security officers that Alexander, of all people, was not allowed on the property.

Which meant Hunter didn’t know.

“You let an innocent man go to prison.”

“Your father was unfortunate collateral damage.”

“Because you’re a coward and didn’t want to take responsibility for it. Even if you wouldn’t do the right thing by turning yourself in, you could’ve helped him. At least provided an anonymous tip, something, to show them that they needed to look into this further.”

“If they dug deeper, they could’ve realized I was involved. I couldn’t take that chance.”

“You’re rich. You could’ve at least hired a powerful defense attorney for my father that could have given him a fair fight!”

My eyes prickled with tears.

“I wasn’t going to take the chance that some defense attorney would figure out what really happened.” Alexander’s tone was condescending, like any idiot would come to the same conclusion. And any thought process otherwise was childish.

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