His father stepped closer, and for the first time in Jasper’s life, he saw something more than anger in his eyes.
Rage.
Murderous rage. His father had been furious with him many times, but never like this.
“A girl, Jasper. She’s in the hospital.”
He blinked. His heart lurched.
“What?”
“You were so wasted you don’t remember what you did? I just got the report: some girl is in the hospital, giving her statement against you right now. You don’t get enough adrenaline? Not enough girls throwing themselves at you? Why the hell did you even touch this one?”
Jasper shook his head.
“That’s… bullshit.”
A cold ripple crept down his spine, but he wouldn’t let himself stop to think.
“Someone’s setting us up.” His voice was hoarse, his throat dry.“She just wants money.”
“She’s in the hospital,” his father repeated heavily.“The medical exam is done. And she says you—”
“Crap!”
He snapped, waving it off. This couldn’tbe real. Anger flared in his chest.
“Another gold-digger, that’s all!” He let out a bitter laugh. Jesus, who’d even been with him last night?
His father didn’t speak, but his stare said everything. He didn’t believe his son.How could he not? Jasper tried to pull himself together.
“I’m taking a shower. Then I’ll sort it out. It’s just a shakedown.”
He turned and walked into the bathroom. Stared at himself in the mirror and smirked. Yeah, he needed to quit this crap. Who knew what Tyler had slipped him last night?
But when he pulled off his underwear, his eyes dropped down.
Dried blood. Not much, but enough to make his heart plummet.
Something clicked inside him. Flash fragments of memory burst before his eyes.
Dim light.
The girl.
Crying? Or just the noise in his head.
A voice.
A hoarse:“No.”
The world collapsed.
He gripped the sink, fingers digging into the ceramic.
No.
No.
