He didn’t need me anymore.
And though I had allowed myself to forget, I couldn’t ignore the fact that the only reason I was alive was because Dom decreed it.
“Ivy!” Alex called out once more. I could hear him following behind me, and I picked up the pace, turning down an alleyway.
“Ompf,” I breathed out, as I slammed into a thick chest. “Sorry,” I said, wrapping my hand around my bag. I didn’t look up. I wanted to get away from Alex. I needed a moment to breathe without someone from the Blanchi family in my face.
“Ivy?” a deep voice called out. It was raspy, as if the speaker had been a constant smoker. Even though I hadn’t heard that voice in so long, I knew that voice.
I looked up, my mouth opening wide. “Dad?”
It was the last thing I said before everything went black.