“You can’t have her,” he spits out. “You’re scum. You’re nothing. You don’t know how special she is.”
“You’re the one who doesn’t know how special she is. How could any father leave his child to be raised like a slave with no parents in a rich bastard’s house? She almost starved to death in that fucking house, you prick.” I drop his wrist and grab him by the throat.
He raises his hands to scratch at my arm.
His nails gouge my flesh.
It’s ticklish, but not enough to make me stop squeezing.
“You deserve to be sent to hell.”
“Drop him,” a female voice instructs.
I look over to see the detective in the doorway.
She’s frowning at me and getting her gun out.
I let him go. “He kidnapped Robin. You can arrest him now.”
Detective Waterman doesn’t look certain.
“He just tried to kill me,” Barrister growls. “Arrest him.”
She sighs. “I knew it was gonna be one of those days. I should have called in sick.”
Jay pats her on the shoulder as he slips into the house past her.
“This guy was close friends with Warren Corvina,” Jay says. “That should be reason alone to arrest him.”
Unfortunately, it’s not.
I can see from the look on the detective’s face that she isn’t sure what to do.
“I’ve done nothing wrong,” Barrister gloats.
“That’s what they all say,” Owen says as he moves past the detective.
“I’ll take upstairs,” Jay says. “You check down. The detective can wait here with Falcon and that asshole.”
He darts up the stairs, and Owen moves past us in the hallway.
“Thanks,” I murmur as he walks past.
“You look like you can handle him.”
“Anyone could handle this waste of space.”
Barrister stares at me, and then he laughs.
“I made her take a morning after pill.”
I stare back at him, my blood boiling over.
“You did what?”
His smile falters as I think about smashing his stupid head against the wall.
If that cop wasn’t standing right there …
