Vivienne stared at him then something in her expression changed.
"If you want to talk about trust, let's talk about yours."
Tucker stopped and Vivienne folded her arms.
"You know what I find interesting? You walk around this mansion every day pretending you're just Tucker, the poor guy who needed somewhere to go. You cook their food. You joke with them. You sit at their table."
Tucker's face slowly hardened. "But you know what they don't know?"
"Vivienne."
"You were Damien's right hand man."
His hand tightened around his phone. "Don't…do that."
"You worked for him."
"I said don't f*****g say that..." He bite out his words with spite but Vivienne continued stubbornly.
"You covered for him."
Tucker's breathing changed.
"You knew what he was doing. You helped him. You kept your mo
