Chapter 82

Richard’s POV

Hearing Damien out was the last thing I wanted to do at that moment.

“Okay, I’m all ears; you’ve got five minutes.”

“Thank you. First off, how is Anita?”

“She’s fine; she’s doing good.”

She wasn’t. I knew that, but he didn’t deserve to know.

“Can I talk to her, please, for a few minutes?”

Unfortunately…

“You can’t, is that all?”

“Richard, why?”

So he knew I had a name.

Beautiful.

“You can’t; she’s not awake yet,” I lied.

“You are not on your way back to Chicago, are you?”

“Dude, listen, there’s nothing you need to know for now. I’m not a little girl that will love to banter words with you; we are both men, and you know the gravity of what you have done. You had her shredded into pieces, and you even got a girl pregnant, dude—”

I was cut off when I heard a flight board. Unfortunately, it wasn’t ours yet.

We still had an hour left.

There was silence on the other e