“But I’m Scarlett Yates.”
“Yes, that’s right. You’re Scarlett Yates.”
“Robin is my … You’re my daughter?” she sounds confused.
“We don’t have to think about that right now. Do you have a bag I could put your clothes and things inside? And anything you want to keep for the baby?”
“We’re leaving?”
“We are.”
“Won’t … Won’t Steve be angry?”
“No. He’s going to prison. He’s going to get what he deserves.”
He probably deserves worse than the sentence he’ll get, but I don’t care anymore.
All I want is to get my mother out of this nightmare house.
She deserves a fresh start, a long way away from this shitty basement room.
She tells me where her things are, but she doesn’t have a bag, so I decide to use a sheet to gather everything together and keep it all clean.
My mom puts the baby in her carrier which also seems to be her bed.
She goes into the small adjoining bathroom and starts putting things in a toiletries bag.
Falcon comes into the room when I’m starting to put everything on the sheet.
“Is she okay?” he asks quietly.
“She’s alive. I can’t … It’s crazy.”
I don’t know how else to put it.
“We need to take her with us,” I tell him.
“Of course. What can I do to help?”
“You can carry her things. She doesn’t have much, really.”
“I sent Jay to get the car. It’s a long story, but we had to leave it outside of this place.”
“Where are we exactly?”
“It’s a gated community. Hardly anyone is allowed in here who doesn’t live here. And this house is Barrister’s second home. His wife and kids in Platinum Hill don’t know about it.”
“Oh my God,” I mutter.
Every time I think it can’t get worse, it does.
He puts an arm around me, and it takes all my willpower not to break down.
My mother is alive. My mates came to rescue me.
Everything is going to be okay.
I rest my head against Falcon’s chest. “Can you believe that creep talked about having my marks removed by a plastic surgeon?”
