MY TABOO STEP DADDY
“Yes, Godmother.”
Delinda squints, despite the dark. Godmother?
Delinda spent years studying Tristan’s organization. She knew his captains, his territories, his routines. But this woman? She’d never seen her before. Sashaying in, eyes calm, carrying a food tray, Delinda assumes it’s for her.
“I’m Lydia.” The woman’s eyes flick to the stone in Delinda’s fist. She smiles coldly. “You killed dozens, yet you hide in the dark with a rock. What happened to the ruthless Delinda Dickson?”