Chapter twenty-one

Nichole

He'd spoken her name. Reid had told me her name was forbidden. Talks about Avril were a forbidden topic. On this date with me, a date I'd been looking forward to, that got me so excited, and he wanted to talk about Avril.

My blood boiled.

I hated her. I hated her name, I hated her brothers and I hated the way she took off and left him to deal with her mess.

I never want to talk about her even though I knew talking about her was inevitable.

She would come up sometimes. Especially because her brothers continued to interfere with Drego's life. And by interfer I mean, they want to kill him.

"So we're on a date and you want to talk about your late wife?"

Drego scrunched his nose. I could see him contemplating the choice of his next words.

"We've talked about her before. Haven't we? Four years ago."

"So you do remember."