Page 23 of Finding Storm

“You’re a fucking liar.” I point a finger at him before I start to walk away.

My legs feel rubbery. I honestly don’t know if they’ll get me out of here.

“If you don’t believe me, ask Jake.”

That stops me dead.

“Or Tom, Denny … Tru.” His words hit my frozen back.

They knew?

Slowly, I turn to face him.

“They all know the truth. Marie told Jake years ago. When you first moved to LA. They’ve known for all this time, and they’ve never bothered to tell you. Left you thinking that Jonny never knew about you. Never cared. A whole decade of lies. Makes you wonder why they’ve never said anything to you, doesn’t it? Makes you wonder what else they haven’t told you.”

I pin him with a stare. “You know fuck all.”

“Actually, I know a lot. More than you, clearly.”

“Fuck you.”

The prick actually has the audacity to laugh.

I need to get the fuck out of here. As I move my stare away from him, my eyes catch on his phone sitting on the table.

The phone that has been recording this whole conversation.

My life on tape for the world to hear.

Whether what he’s saying about Jonny is true or not, it’ll make for one hell of a story.

My life up for debate again.

I can see the fucking headlines now.

Jonny Creed died because of his illegitimate son, Storm Slater.

It’s irrational. But people aren’t rational. Mob mentality rules.

I’ll be crucified in the press and by social media, depending on the way the story is swung.

Jesus.

I don’t want this to be true.

The people I call family. People I love and admire, keeping the truth from me.

The thought makes me feel sick.

But something deep in my gut tells me that Jasper’s not lying. He’s a cunt, but he’s telling the truth.

Jonny knew about me. He got in his car and drove it straight into a ravine, coming to see me.

And this fucker is going to print the story for all the world to see.

And there’s nothing I can do about it.

Unless …