He’d a fucking fed!” Well, an ex-fed. But that made no difference. Lillian didn’t bother correcting the man on the phone. Kevin. The man who wanted to buy her daughter. Ben held the phone with one hand, the steering wheel with the other, and drove like the hounds of hell were after him. Lillian could hear the entire conversation, Kevin’s irate voice louder than the rain pounding on the vehicle. Her selfishness had escalated her to the desperation point. Desperate enough to kill, have someone killed, and even sell her own daughter. And Dillon, poor Dillon, had nothing to do with anything, despite what Jake thought. Dillon was an innocent pawn and looked good on her arm when the cameras were rolling and she needed to grieve. She’d dumped him once she no longer needed him for money. Besides, he was a pansy and she now had the money to be picky. “We’re heading to the cabin now, boss. We’re out of harm’s way. They’ll never find us. We’ll be there soon.” “I can’t trust you …”
