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Samara didn't kiss him back. He would have been hurt, but he knew she was just worried about her nephew. He loved that she loved the little boy so much.
“He’s okay,” Dante assured her. “See.” He pointed to the backseat. “I got him grilled cheese and chicken nuggets for lunch because that was what your friend Hannah was going to give him. I also gave him a Christmas cookie, I hope that was okay,” he said anxiously, he didn't want to have done the wrong thing, and some people were particular about small children eating too much sugar.
“Th-that’s fine.” Samara nodded. “Can I pick him up?”
“Of course.”
Samara wrenched open the back door and snatched the childup, clutching him tightly against her chest and burying her face in his messy brown hair. “You okay, sweetheart?”
“Want Mommy,” Asher replied.
“I know, baby, you miss your mommy. But it’s okay, she’s going to be here real soon, right?” Samara looked at him.
“I'm not going to hurt him. I didn't hurt your friend or her little girl, did I?” he reminded her. Those FBI agents and the bodyguards had her so brainwashed. He didn't want to hurt people, he wasn't a killer. He had been backed into a corner and done what he needed to do.
“Thank you for not hurting Hannah and Noelle,” Samara said.
“You’re welcome. We’ll leave the kid here and then I have a surprise for you.”
“It’s cold out and snowing, and he’s not wearing a coat or mittens or a beanie. Can't we drop him off somewhere? Maybe in front of a store or even just leave him on the nearest front porch, ring the doorbell, and run? Please,” she added like she thought he was going to tell her no.
She didn't get it yet.
All her life she had been abandoned, people had walked out on her, she thought he was going to do the same thing, but she was wrong.
He was never going anywhere.
It was the two of them together for life, that was what he wanted, and he knew it was what she wanted as well.
“We can do that, sweetheart,” he told her. “Anything you want. I just want to make you happy.”
Samara looked at him oddly, like she wasn't sure what to make of him yet. His beautiful girl would understand soon, she was his princess, and he wanted to make all her dreams come true.
“Let’s take him up to that house and leave him there, I see a light on, and there’s a car in the drive, so we know someone ishome,” Dante said. “You get in the car, and I’ll make the drop. We’ll need to get out of here as quickly as we can, I don’t want anyone trying to take you away from me again.”
“Maybe I should take him,” Samara suggested.
Dante shook his head. He couldn’t risk the homeowner answering the door too quickly and seeing her. If they tried to call the cops thinking she was abandoning her son, that would ruin everything, and he would hate to have to kill someone in front of Samara and her nephew. “I’ll do it,” he said, holding out his hands to take the child. “Give him here.”
Somewhat reluctantly, Samara passed him over, giving him one last kiss on the top of the head before she completely released her hold on him.
“You get in the car; you're not dressed properly to be out in the cold either.”
He watched to make sure that Samara did as he’d asked and got inside the car. Once she had, he carried the child toward the house he was parked in front of.
“Aunt Sami,” Asher called out, trying to get out of his arms and back to his aunt. The little boy would no doubt miss Samara, but in time he would get over it. And who knows, maybe one day when her family and friends realized that he and Samara loved one another they might come around, and then Samara could have it all, him and her family.
“Stay here like a good little boy and drink the rest of your juice and your mommy will be here soon,” he instructed the child as he set him down on the doorstep. Dante reached up and pressed the doorbell, then quickly ran down the path past a blow-up Santa and Rudolph and jumped into the car where Samara was waiting for him.
As he shoved the key into the ignition, he saw a woman come running down the path, Asher in her arms.
He wasn't getting stopped now, not when they were almosthome free.
Dante stomped on the gas, and the car lurched off down the street.
The nightmare was over, he had Samara, and now their fairytale happily ever after ending could begin.
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