Chapter 17 Fuck yeah, I'll have your baby

• Grayson Godwin took another swallow of his liquor, then cleared his throat. But his eyes stayed on the file rather than her as he spoke.
• “Amberleigh Dubois, your twenty-two years of age. Your father is a low-level dealer who works for the Kingpin the Madhatter in The Fringe. Your mother died in jail from an overdose ten years ago. You were removed from her custody at the age of six due to allegations of abuse and neglect. You spent the next ten years bouncing around between group and foster homes, am I correct so far?”
• Amber crossed her arms. She had never felt as fucking naked as she did right now. With the facts of her life laid bare, clinical even, from a stranger’s mouth. Even if he was a pretty one.