Inner Conflict

I shouldn't be even remotely surprised to hear Aiden's words, and yet I stared at him, wondering if my mind processed the correct data. The news about Dominique didn't bother me. I wasn't fond of him anyway, yet the clear statement that there's a decent amount of illegal business going on among the richest was slightly bewildering. Of course, I wasn't that naïve to consider all people with billions on their accounts decent, but there's a difference between suspecting and hearing that it was the truth. As soon as my brain analyzed Aiden's words, an obvious question appeared.

I moved my throat, swallowing the thick knot. "What about Hart Global?" I asked, my voice barely audible. "What about… your father?"

Aiden sucked in a deep breath. "Can I trust you?"

"Of course," I said and the guilt hit me in the gut. He shouldn't trust me, not if he was going to tell me something he wouldn't have told the legal authorities. I hated myself for it. I should have stopped him. I should have told him