Chapter 108

Farren's Point of View

It was clear that I had caught him off guard. His knuckles went bone white on the backrest of the couch. Eyes widened slightly. But his jaw had fallen open. There was a long moment of silence before he tried to speak again.

Stuttered, instead of speaking as fluently as he always did. "Where?" It was all he could get out and I felt my heart break for him. For the family Dominique had destroyed.

The man had poisoned his brother against him. Killed his mother. Now he claimed the life of the youngest Ramirez. All in cold blood. All to make a mad grab for power that was never meant to be his. This reminded me of how futile and fragile life could be.

I swallowed down the acid in my throat. Recalled the events as best I could. The simple answer was that Roberto had died beside me in a field somewhere heading for his escape. The more complicated answer was that he had died with his mother and the bullet had just finished him off.

"We were heading for the road to tr