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I’m almost certain she heard me; she has been acting strange since I found her outside my room.

And this is why I’ve kept my distance.

I don’t want the strangeness.

Women can turn really weird when they want something; when they want me.

They nag and become really clingy.

Don’t get me started with the stupid questions like: Where have you been? Where are you going? Why didn’t you call me?

I fear Raine would be exactly like that, and that’s not something I could put up with.

I wouldn’t want to take that chance.

Not that I don’t find her attractive, because I do.

I have frequently jerked off to thoughts of her.

Just like today.

Yet, her personality could do with some work.

A plank of wood has more character than she has, but a man has his needs.

Speaking of needs, I need to get my head back in the game.

Right now, the most pressing thing is my need for revenge.

That’s why I’m here today.

Revenge.

For my mother and sister.

Grey Archer, that son of a bitch, caused the death of my mother, and then took my sister and killed her.

He didn’t spare me a second glance, just tossed me to the side like trash.

At one point, I thought we were going to be one big happy family.

I wanted that more than anything.

Especially since my dickhead sperm donor never wanted to know what being a family felt like, but I thought Grey did.

Poor, naive me.

That dream was soon destroyed by the fact that he already had a family.

It devastated my mother, and she started drinking and taking drugs to dull the pain.

She told me Grey had killed my sister, and that reason, ultimately, was why she ended up taking her own life.

Grey killed my sister to hurt my mother, and to hurt me.

I trusted him.

But you live and learn.

Since that day, I vowed to give Grey Archer exactly what he deserves.

I haven’t been able to think about much else in the last fifteen years.

It has consumed my entire existence.

I know it will take time to see this through, but I’m fully determined.

It was another reason I wanted to become a lawyer.

So that I could have access to the resources I need to destroy Grey.

Today I’m here to see his son, Donovan, the golden boy.

The most effective way I can envision getting my revenge on Grey Archer is to ruin his piece of shit son.

This will only get me a fraction of the justice I think I deserve or need, but it’s a start.

I want Grey to suffer like I did.

I want him to feel the pain of losing a loved one.

Just like I’ve had to do.

It’s essential for me to get close to Donovan.

How? I’m still trying to figure that out.

Jerking myself out of my thoughts, I glance around.

It’s time to take our seats in the chapel as the service is about to begin.

I sit at the end of the aisle so I can be on the lookout for Donovan.

I haven’t seen him yet; but he’s sure to arrive soon.

Forty-five minutes later and I’m almost dozing off, this service is so fucking boring.

At this point, I’d rather watch paint dry.

Muffled voices followed by the large door at the back closing loudly grab my attention.

Whipping my head around, I become aware of Donovan heading this way.

I almost break my neck glancing around, wondering which direction he’s going.

He sits directly behind Raine.

Slyly, I angle in my seat, needing to keep him in my line of sight.

However, my eyes must be mistaken, because I swear I just caught him sniffing Raine’s hair.

For his sake, I hope not, but it clearly looked that way.

I need to figure out a way to get close to him without seeming too eager.

I was tricking myself into believing that once I got here and had my eyes on him, I would know what to do.

I’ve been monitoring him carefully, trying to figure him out, but he’s been hard to crack.

I know he doesn’t have many friends, but there has to be a possible connection into his inner circle.

But how? I can’t give up; I need this to work.

I have to get my head out of my ass and think.