Sean had been my nightmare for four years, a man who built a cage of bruises and silence around me until I finally ran.

He had always bragged about his smart brother, the one who worked for big doctors and knew how to make things disappear.

“I wondered how long it would take you to recognize me, Hunter,” Evan said, his voice dropping its panicked edge.

A slow, mocking smile crept back onto his face, the very same smile Sean used to wear before he raised his hand.

“You’re the reason I ended up here,” I said, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. “You told Sean where I went.”

“Family helps family,” Evan said softly. “But Sean was stupid. He got himself locked up, and I had to find a new way to secure my future.”

Lorenzo let go of Evan’s shirt, shoving him backward against the metal rack of servers with a dull clang.

“I don’t care about your domestic history,” Lorenzo snarled, drawing his Glock from beneath his jacket. “What are you doing to my son?”