BROOKE
“I’m going to call a friend of mine that works at the bank and doubles as a dark web hacker. He’ll get all the money of yours that your mom has locked away into your personal account, and then I’ll put you on a jet to embark on a new adventure that you have complete control of,” he said as he dailed away on his phone.
For a lack of words, I let fresh tears stream down my cheeks, muttering my gratitude to him and choking on the words as I cried harder.
“Give me a moment, darling,” he leaned in and kissed my forehead, then wiped my tears with his thumb before pressing the phone to his ear and walking off.
I laid on the couch, letting my tears subside and my heart experience a semblance of peace as I allowed Anthony take the reigns.
This wasn’t something I’d experienced before.
I always had to fix my messes. I always had to dig myself out of holes. I always had to drag myself out of hell. I always had to have my own back because no one else did.
But for the first time ever,
