Sinful, Juicy Trouble

Chapter Fifty-seven

Maisie

Finn was already up and out of the room when I woke up, and I didn’t need anyone to tell me where he was — I knew. He was with that bitch of his. The thought alone was enough to curdle the little peace I had left in my chest. Still, I was glad he was gone, glad for the silence that filled the room after nights of pretense and performance. I needed time to breathe, to think, to remember who I was before this nightmare began. I needed space to plan — how to leave without leaving a trace, how to finally free myself from this madness, from the web of deceit spun by the men in this godforsaken family.

Everywhere I turned, I could smell destruction closing in. It was like watching a slow fire crawl across dry ground — you knew it would spread, but you couldn’t tell which direction first. I could feel it in my bones; one of them would destroy the other. Either Finn would kill his father or Mr. Caruso would strike first. I didn’t know who Mr. Caruso had shot yester