Chapter 5: Deal With the Devil

Nobody sleeps. At six a.m. I'm sitting on the floor with my back against his bed, and Damien Rossi is on the carpet across from me with a bottle of water and the worst thing I've ever heard. "Say it again," I whisper. "Your father emptied my account to move you out of reach of someone in this family. Then he ran, loudly, in the wrong direction, so they'd chase him and not you." He rolls the bottle between his palms. "It worked for six weeks. Then Nico signed you over." Nico. My stepbrother,...