Chapter 64 I Was Trapped

Rocky Ace De Luna POV

“Don’t speak ill of the dead, child.” An old granny at one of my short-lived stays with a foster family had said that. She’d been an ornery old bitch, but she had a point. The dead were somehow blameless. It was the living that caused all the problems. Few of them were decent, and even fewer gave a crap about anyone else.

I’d thought that Emilio was one of the good ones. After we ran away from our final group home, we’d lived on the streets. Begged in the park. Robbed rich kids in their prep school uniforms. Emilio had taken us in. He had put a roof over our heads. The man filled our stomachs with food and gave us purpose. He’s saved us. He’d saved me. By teaching me about my heritage. And about the kind of man I wanted to be.

But you know who else had a crappy childhood? Aryana. And he’d left her and her mother to fend for themselves.

I couldn’t get past that part of it.

During our time at Conrad’s house, it crossed my mind to ask him to show me that will. I jus