Emily
E mily walked out of Travis’s shop saying a silent prayer that he would be all right. He looked like he was losing a lot of blood, and she was about to let her father lead her away without helping him. Her heart was breaking at the thought that she might never see him or Jackson again. If she let her father take her away, there would be no turning back. She would never know the love that the two of them so freely gifted her with, never know how wonderful their future could have been. She found herself longing for that future, the three of them together, and the family that they wanted to start. knew that she couldn’t let her father take all of that away from her—from them.
“Please let me at least call for help. He’s lost so much blood, he’ll bleed out. If you let him die I won’t keep up my end of the bargain.” She knew that her father hated it when she acted like a brat, but he needed her cooperation now and she used that to her advantage.
“I can’t take the chance that you won’t call your other boyfriend for backup. Sorry, .” She shot him a hateful glance and he laughed at her. “You always were a stubborn child.”
“I am what you created, Daddy. I am your daughter, after all.” She felt the gun nudge deeper into her back and she knew that if she made any sudden move, he’d kill her. He had already taken too many chances by coming here on his own. He had nothing left to lose and shooting her might still be part of his plan.
“You are so much like your mother, . Unfortunately, nothing about you is like me. If you were like me, you would never have gone to college and wasted your education learning to help people. You would have never let those men violate you the way that they have. Do you know what I had to go through to find someone still willing to marry you? You have disgraced our family’s name and reputation.” couldn’t help her laugh. Her father had always been a bit on the theatrical side, but this performance was taking the prize.
“So, what now? You dump me into a van and whisk me off to meet up with whomever you found to marry poor, pathetic, deflowered me?” He nodded, pushing her along the sidewalk, carefully concealing his weapon so anyone walking by would think that they were just out for a walk.
“Pretty much Princess. And, if you decide to change your mind I’ll have some of my men come back and finish the job. I won’t hesitate to kill both of your boyfriends, and I’ll make sure that everyone thinks that you did it. Maybe a jealous rage that sends you completely over the edge, killing both of your lovers. I, of course, will be there to testify that you were always a problem child, but your mother and I loved you so much that we indulged you. No jury will believe your story darling and you will spend the rest of your life in jail, I’ll make sure of it.”
“You’re a fucking monster; you know that right?” Her father laughed again and stopped in front of his car that he parked down the street from Travis’s shop. The thought of Travis still laying up there passed out and possibly bleeding to death broke her in two. She wanted to end this game that her father was playing and go back to him, but she couldn’t. Not while he held a gun to her back.
“Now, I’m going to ask that you be a good little girl and obey me for once in your life. I’m betting that your future husband won’t want you full of holes for your wedding night.” He opened up the car door and shoved into the passenger seat, shutting and locking the door behind her.
“Oh, I don’t know. I think all your daughter’s holes are fucking awesome,” Jackson growled from behind the car. watched as her father turned and ran straight into Jackson who had the gun out of her dad’s hands before she could figure out what had happened.
Jackson handcuffed her father and handed him over to another officer who had been waiting behind the car. Watching the whole scene from behind the tinted glass made it feel almost as if she was watching a movie. Instead, she was watching one of the men that she loved arrest her father for trying to kidnap her.
Jack unlocked the car and lifted her into his arms, “Thank fuck you’re all right,” he whispered into her ear. “I was so worried.”
“Travis,” she sobbed, worried that it was too late. “He was shot.”
Jackson shushed her, “It’s okay, baby. I had an ambulance meet us out here, just in case. They’re already on the way to the hospital with Travis and he should be fine. It looks like it was just a flesh wound.” broke down, letting herself fall apart knowing that Jackson would always catch her. Travis was right, falling wasn’t so bad especially when she had two of the most amazing men there to catch her and lift her back up again.