Chapter 160

Westley walked in the front door to the cabin they were using as our hideaway with a smile stretched across his face. I used to love seeing him wear that look, but now I wanted to wipe it off with one of my fists.

I paused, holding everything, including my breath, and waited. Westley got his feet into the cabin and the door shut behind him with no one else entering the premises. Frankie was not with him. They didn’t have some stupid male argument on the side of the road, decide they were friends, and walk in together. My heart tumbled. The last of my hope that kept me going crumbled.

My family, the one person I knew always had my back, betrayed me in the worst way and now smelled of dirt and grass. His jeans, a staple of his attire when he was in crime boss mode rather than trying to wine and dine those who believed him to be nothing more than a businessman, had grass stains at the bottoms of his left leg.