CHAPTER 59

SMARTLY CORNERED

COLTON'S POV.

I watched as the bastard drove out of the house, an evil smirk plastered over his face. The dude even had the guts to place kisses on the both sides of Athina's cheeks before entering his car.

I know what he was doing, he was trying to get to me, but no, I wasn't going to fall for it again. For the fact that he didn't touch her or try to do something stupid, that was better enough.

He wanted me to race out like a bull dog and come attack me, so he could sum up two or three evidence against me, and boom, I would be labelled the bad guy.

Ohh of course I am the bad guy, but... not in his own stupid meaning of bad guys. People who engage in women trafficking were no bad guys, just some shits of guys who don't have a single piece of soul left in them.

He knows I'm watching, he fucking knows that, so he was trying to play me like a pianist, someone who had been trained to play the strings.