AllFreeNovel
Share Us
But as much as I hate seeing Sheila weak and vulnerable. It’s the sight of Daisy’s watery eyes and tearstained face that truly guts me.
I promised I’d protect her.
I promised not to allow the ugliness of our hometown to poison her.
Time and time again I tried to convince Sheila to take off, to start over somewhere else. To give her great-granddaughter a better start in life.
But she never went for it.
Her life was in Harrow Creek. The memories of her husband, her daughter, her granddaughter were in the Creek.
I might not have liked it, but I fucking got it.
Harrow Creek was her legacy, and as fucked up as it might be, she always hoped for better.
Well… just fucking look where that has got her.
As I’m holding it, another message comes through.
Kurt Winson: You can have your daughter back…
Kurt Winson: If you give me your wife.
My world fucking falls from beneath me.
Literally.
My ass hits the couch, my cell landing on the floor with a loud thud, and my head drops into my hands.
This can’t be fucking happening.
"Mav? Maverick? Babe, talk to me.”
It’s not until Alana’s small hands push against my shoulders, forcing me to sit back that I register that she’s standing before me, let alone talking to me.
Her warm palms land on my jaw before she tilts my face up so I’ve got no choice but to look at her.
“What’s happened?” she whispers as JD moves behind her and swipes my cell from the floor.
He looks at the screen, and his eyes widen the second he reads those two messages.
“Your daughter?” he balks. “What the fuck, Mav?”
Fear washes over Alana’s face.
“Your dau— Daisy.” She gasps, releasing me and reaching for my cell. “Oh my God,” she cries, her hand lifting to move to her mouth. “We have to go home. We need to get them. Reid, have you seen this?” She thrusts my cell at him, allowing him to also read the messages.
Unlike JD, he doesn’t immediately say anything. Instead, he silently processes the information in front of him.
“Like fuck are we giving him what he wants,” he growls dangerously.
“But Daisy,” Alana argues. “And Sheila, she’s like… old,” she says with a wince.
“I don’t fucking care how old she is, Pet. I’m not letting you anywhere fucking near your father. No fucking chance.”
Despite the fear in her eyes, Alana’s shoulders roll back, letting her strength and determination shine through.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to save them.”
