Sell Out

"Do they make you this pretty in the academy or do get your mother's genes?" Darcy asked. "Because your dad was an ugly mother fucker. I wonder why that pretty little thing ever married that piece of shit. He wasn't even good agent," he snickered. I felt the anger rising, but I tried to remind myself that my father had tried to kill me. He had killed my mother, as well. They were not wrong in abusing him.

But he was my father.

"She gets it from her pretty mother..." said Anthony. His hands were shoved down the pocket of his dress pants. The tie I had helped him knot was sitting perfectly around his neck. Of course, he had to look perfect while I was sitting in a bloodied uniform, gagged and tied.

"Anthony," I greeted. He met my eyes with a levelled stare. For a moment, doubt crept through my mind.

Did he sell me out to Luke Darcy? He promised...

"She's bleeding out. You'll want to wrap that wound up before she passes out again," he advised.

He cares. See?