Chapter Eighty-Six: Spilling Secrets

Anthony's POV

"And I will be honest with you Anthony, I prefer it that way." His admission makes my blood run cold and my ears heat up as rage surges through me.

"So, it was you then? The pictures, the arrest ... you did this!" it takes all in me not to flip the table and curl my hands around his chunky throat. Maybe I will, I just need to hear him say it first. I need to know why.

Mr. Botha sighs, putting out his cigarette on the ashtray between us.