Right as I was about to respond, Scott knocked on the door.
"Stace? Open the door, baby. Talk to me," he said, his sweet voice pulling me in.
Scott Brady was never part of the plan. I was meticulous. Smart. I spent seven years thinking ten moves ahead of Don Angelo. I even kept my distance from my family because if it was just me, if I had no attachments and kept my head low, the dead man's switch could have worked.
Except I did have attachments. I had Scott and everyone he loved. Jenny. Even Collette. Don Angelo was right. I was weak. And it all started with a boy with cute dimples, pretty eyes and annoyingly soft curls. Everything went to shit the moment I met him. He reminded me just how much I'd always craved love.
