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Declan had a daughter.

Holy shit.

I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop and I certainly hadn’t meant to ask such a personal question, but the shock of hearing Declan say his daughter was off-limits had momentarily made me forget who we were. It was so shocking I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not to mention if he had a daughter, that meant his daughter had a mother. Where was she? Who was she? But most importantly, were they together?

I was a lot of things, cold-blooded killer was at the top of that list. I cared about very little, but I wasn’t a cheat. Never had been—even when I was normal, I would never have looked at a guy twice if he had a girlfriend.

“Autumn?” Brooks called my name.

“Sorry. Spaced out for a minute.”

I could feel Thad’s gaze on me. After the call with Tex ended, I needed to talk to him. Once and for all he needed to understand I would never be the sister Emerson wanted. And he had to stop looking at me like I was some puzzle he was going to put together and make a pretty picture out of. I didn’t need this shit. I needed to find Madeleine and end this.

“When was the last time you heard from Ashaki Maloof?”

“A few minutes ago. She called to give me the heads up she heard that Madeleine Strotherby would be at the women’s clinic tomorrow. Icon donated a hundred thousand dollars and since Madeleine never misses an opportunity to get her name in the press, she’s supposed to be there in the morning with a camera crew.”

Sick bitch used large donations to cover up who she really was. With all the money Icon gave to charity, no one would ever believe the fashion model turned business mogul was behind the largest sex trafficking rings in the world. Though they didn’t only traffic humans, they bought and sold anything of value. They also contributed to political campaigns, blackmailed, and bribed. Making Omni damn near untouchable. They were smart, they recruited the wealthiest of the wealthy.

“How long have you worked with her?” Max asked.

“Years.”

“Years?” Thad inquired.

“Yep. About nine.”

The room went quiet and I glanced around. It was almost laughable how shocked they all looked. Did they really think I wouldn’t have built my own network? How did they think I got my information?

“She gave you the intel on Stanley James,” Tex guessed incorrectly, but I wasn’t going to correct him.

I’d known all along who’d taken me.

I felt my face tighten and my lips pinch. Just hearing the man’s name made my insides rot. Stanley James—my father’s business partner. The man who’d kidnapped me and sold me. The fucking pig who had a gambling problem and I was his solution.

“How’d you meet her?” Tex continued when I didn’t answer.

“After I was rescued she sought me out.”

“A CIA agent sought you out?” Thad hissed.

Yeah, I needed to have a talk with my brother-in-law.

“She wasn’t CIA then. But yes, she sought me out to check on me. We became friendly mainly because she was the only person who didn’t treat me like I was a victim. She talked to me like I was human.”

“Don’t pull that shit. Your sister and your parents were rightfully worried about you. They wanted to help you. Never once did they not think you were human,” Thad defended.

I waited for the cold-hearted detachment to take over, the only defense I had against the memories.

“Right, Thad, seeing as you weren’t there, you don’t know what went on. I get you love my sister, so you feel the need to protect her. But what happened, happened to me. Not to her. Not to my parents. To me. I lived it. It was me chained and sold. It was my body they used and defiled. Not theirs. And before you tell me they were all hurt when I was taken, I know they were. I live with that. I know my sister gave you up because of me. More guilt I live with. But don’t you ever try to tell me how shit was when I was rescued. How my mom looked at me. My dad couldn’t bear the sight of me. How when I entered the room he left it. How my sister would sit and cry and beg me to get better. I was fucking there, you were not. And don’t turn this shit around and pile Emerson’s shit on me, either. She never should have left you. She should’ve gone back to her safe, perfect life, and stayed away.

“Ash was the only fucking person who didn’t look at me with pity or disgust. She helped me get better. She gave me the tools I needed to fix what those men took from me. She gave me an outlet for all the anger and self-hate. So, yes, Thad, she was the only one who looked at me like I was a human and not some project to glue back together. Ash understood that the pieces I was left with would never fit back together, and she taught me how to be okay with that.”

“By turning you into…what? Her own personal weapon?”

God, he’d never get it. My gaze slid from Thad to Brooks, Kyle, then to Max. Yeah, they’d never understand, either, and honestly, I was happy they never would. Understanding meant that they would’ve lived through the worst things imaginable.

But Declan got it. Much like Ash, he didn’t try to fix me. He understood that some things would always be broken. But he never treated me like I was a rescued sex slave, like I was dirty, filthy, and used. To him, I was simply Autumn.