Chapter 114

Fred's POV

"Do you remember when I said I had a large number of enemies? "I asked Becca, and she nodded. "Well, we never really got to have this conversation, so I think it's now or never. First of all, I need to remember my past. Back then with my mother, when I was still just a child, she said that my father had been killed by d*** debts. I mean, my true father, since every man who crossed her path ended up living with us for a while. And I, like every needy child, thought they could love me too, but everyone was filthy like her. Anyway, it all starts there, when the saying who would be my real father, was a man wanted by traffickers in the neighborhood.”

"Was he really an ad***? "She asked.

“What do you think?”

Becca was sorry.

"It was a terrible childhood in every way. I'm sorry, Fred.”

"Don't feel it yet, I haven't reached the worst part," I warned with a dry smile. "Anyway, after I was rescued from that house, apparently, my father's enemies