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He never should have lured Heather here. She just screwed everything up.

That had been beyond fucking stupid. He should have just taken what he could get and left the damned state. Came back after that bitch later. Now, Trey felt like a trapped animal. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He had seriously fucked up now. And his dad was caught in the crossfire. He regretted that. So much. His dad had never done anything really wrong. He just hadn't.

Trey’s father had been so excited when he'd created that stupid Sopalmitraln back then. Thinking he was going to save the world, or at least leave his mark on the medical community.

Like Angela's father Andrew had. Like Andrew's family had before him.

Trey didn't look away from Powell, but it was his father he talked to. "Hell of a legacy, huh, Dad?"

"Just put the gun down, Trey. This needs to end now."

"Of course, you would say that. You didn't have anything to do with the fucking OPJ." Trey didn't think these cops would do anything to his dad—not kill him or anything. His father was unarmed. He wouldn’t fight either. Not Trey’s dad. He wasn’t much of a fighter and never had been. Trey wasn't stupid. His father was going to go to jail for this. For being in that damned warehouse, if nothing else. That wasn’t even his dad’s fault either. It was Spencer, being a dick. "This isn’t your mess. You didn't even know about the warehouse. Until Spencer called you in just to screw with me."

"He's going to jail, Timmy Three," Fucking Heather said. "He was there. He knew what you were doing to Powell and me was wrong. And once again, perpetual vic-Tim of the Fates Timothy did nothing to stop it."

Trey’s eyes met hers. She really did look like Angela right there. Looking right through him, to see his every sin.

Trey hated that bitch. So much. She was just standing there, staring at him, a gun pointed right at Trey's fucking balls. He pointed the gun in his own hand right at her. He wanted to shoot her. To watch her brains splatter out everywhere.

He had done that before. He'd lost count of how many fucking people who got in his way he'd shot. He’d taken out a good half dozen cops in the past few years, too. He had done that. Why couldn't his last one be her ? Wouldn't it be a fitting end?

"Put the gun down, Grundenman," the big Latino bastard covered in what had to be Pete's blood said. He was a fucking beast. He even made Erickson look like a pansy, and that Erickson had three inches and forty pounds on Trey.

He'd never seen Erickson up close before.

He hated that prick. "You've screwed everything up for years, Erickson. I should put a bullet right between your eyes too. How’s the chest feel?"

“This? Just a scratch. You have horrible aim, pal.” Erickson’s weapon was pointed right at Trey now. “I don’t.”

"Trey! " His dad's voice held fear. He was afraid for Trey. He was the only one on the planet who had ever cared about him at all. His dad and Angela. Angela had loved him once. Maybe Brianna, a little. Maybe she wasn't so bad as a sister, after all. He would have liked to see the other sisters he had as adults too. Rather than just what he'd seen of them in the fucking Snotty Garlic anyway.

And Leena.She was his sister too.

No. No—he still hated that little bitch-brat. No denying that.

Trey did have some regrets. It was time he admitted that to himself. His dad was the biggest.

Powell Barratt was kneeling next to her own dad now. The dude was big, but he'd had a head made of glass.Powell was just watching everyone, her pale cheeks covered with tears. She was a seriously hot woman. She looked damned fine in those tight jeans like that. He’d always liked looking at her.

He should have asked her out years ago. Their paths had crossed peripherally occasionally. Apparently not so much that she had recognized him or anything, but he should have walked right up to her. Or asked Brianna for an introduction. With her money in his pockets, he would have had a different kind of life. "Why did you have to pick a prick like him? Tell me what he has that makes him so special?"

Powell just stared at Trey for a long moment. "You even have to ask?"

"Is it because of how he looks? Such a pretty boy?"