Like Old Times

Linda’s POV

Chris’s words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of truth. I knew all too well the power and influence his family wielded, and I could not deny the fear they instilled in me.

Still, he could have told me the truth. But I understood, considering my connection with Fallon, he was just being careful.

“I understand,” I said softly, though a part of me wished I didn’t have to. “But still does not excuse what they have done. Your father is literally capable of murder, has that not dawn on you?”

A weird feeling stirred in me once I said that. Was I not capable of murder too? I had killed two men already, and even though I told myself that I had no choice or my family would have been harmed, that still did not change the fact that I had done what I did.

So I kind of felt like a hypocrite talking about Chris’s father in that light.

“I know,” He sighed, the weariness evident in his voice. “And I promise you, I will do everything I can do to protect you from them. You are my