Page 68 of Her Honorable Hero

The word ‘brat’ echoed in her brain.

“You mean like you wanted my mother to kill me?” she hissed.

He smiled slowly. “Guess that would have been a mistake, what with you being in a position to help me. But your brat is of no use to me, and don’t you forget it.”

“Yes she is. She’s your leverage.” A fear like she’d never known racing through her body. She had to be smart. She had to be brave. It was the only thing that would keep her daughter alive. That and Griff.

“Then bitch, you better think of something to give me what I want. Because, me being in a situation where I have nothing to lose, means I’ll kill her for sport. You better do something to give me some hope.”

She desperately wanted to put some of the self-defense moves that Griff had hammered home into play. He was so close she knew he’d had garlic at lunch and hadn’t flossed for days. Couldn’t she turn around and kick his nuts into his lungs?

Thousands of years of maternal instincts overrode everything else and she spoke.

“I need to think, Roger, You need to let me think.” Her voice was quiet.

“Dad. Call me Dad.”

“Dad,” she choked out a whisper.

“Good girl,” he slowly withdrew the gun from Livvie’s side. The little girl’s sobs were heartbreaking. Heinrich walked carefully backwards, his gun trained on the two of them. “You go on ahead. I’ll follow,” he said in a jovial voice.