Paige Called Him

***Victor***

The moment Trent muttered something about being mixed up in *“dangerous stuff,”* something ugly and familiar crawled up my spine. Maybe I am paranoid. Maybe I am dramatic. But when someone says danger, my mind goes to the same demons every damn time.

My father. And the sick little entourage of criminals he calls allies.

It’s pathetic how much of my life traces back to their rot.