Chapter
Brittany's pov
After two days Jackson had called me to be in his office at six in the evening.
His office was like I'd expected-dark wood panels, the leather chairs, the smell of old money and older secrets.
He sat opposite sides from me, then he slid a folder across his desk with the proud look that he had done well in his investigations.
"You'd want to see this Ms Brittany," he said, with that private-investigator smugness clear in his voice.
My fingers touched the folder slightly and my heart kicked up.
Whatever was inside could destroy the woman who'd dared step into Darcy's life and threaten everything I'd planned.
The first page made me smile.
"Adrian Martinez," I read the content louder, enjoying the name. "Convicted of drug trafficking. Served three years at Riker
