Page 115 of Beautifully Shattered
“People should need a licence to have kids. Her parents should never have been allowed to have them.”
“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have her.”
“Yeah.” I let out a rough fucking sigh. “She deserved better than what she got.”
“She’s got you now. Us. Let’s help her get through this, and then,” Jols shrugs, her lips kicking up, “we all get to show her how fucking amazing life can be.”
The slam of a house door draws our attention back to the house to see JD striding back towards us. When he gets closer, I lift a brow, and he gives me a single nod, telling me everything I need to know.
Colin Delany took the parting gift his daughter left him, and put himself down.
Slipping into the car, we all buckle up, Abbey’s seat belt already in place as she stares out the windshield.
“Is he dead?” Her voice is empty, her big doe eyes flicking to me.
“Yeah, Angel. He’s dead.”
She nods once, settling back into her seat as I fire up the engine, and her gaze shifts out the window, staring at the houses on her street as we drive away.
“JD, shoot Riggs a message and get him to contact Officer Zimora,” I mutter, my eyes meeting his briefly in the rearview mirror. “Tell him there’s been a suicide and give him the address.”
“On it.” JD shifts in the backseat, taking out his phone, and I focus on the road as we meet up with our escort and wait for the second vehicle to catch up.
I consider that maybe what Abbey’s learned today is already enough. Maybe even too much. That maybe we should head to the compound for the night, or the Redfield Lake safe house. But she’s determined to find her sister, so I push on to the next stop on our list.
The Stone residence.
Abbey remains quiet, staring out the window as we drive through the streets of Fox Pines. Her leg isn’t bouncing anymore like it was before we went to her house. She almost looks calm. Like she’s in a trance.
The moment we pull up outside Daniel’s house, she perks up, straightening in her seat as recognition flashes across her face. Before I’ve even got the car in park, she’s unbuckled, her hand on the door handle, ready to leap out.
“Hang on, Angel. We need to think about what you want to do if anyone’s in there.”
Her eyes flick to mine, then drop to the console where I left my gun, and she gives a single nod.
“You’re right.”
Snatching up my gun, she’s out of the car in a heartbeat, sprinting up the front path before I can even start cursing.
“Fucking hell,” I snap, trying to unfold myself from the car faster than my bulk wants to move, with JD and Jols scrambling after me.
In my periphery, I see Riggs and his team piling out of their cars, but I’m locked on Abbey as she jabs the doorbell over and over.
“Angel!” I call, but she fucking ignores me as I charge towards her.
The next fucking second, the door swings open, and Karl fucking Stone appears, wide-eyed and gasping as he comes face to face with the barrel of a gun.
Shit.
“Hello, Uncle,” Abbey snarls, shoving Karl, who stumbles backwards as my wife forces her way inside.
“She’s a fucking badass right now,” JD chuckles, wagging his brows as he rounds me and follows Abbey inside.
“You have to admit,” Jols giggles as she follows JD while I stand frozen on the path, fucking stunned, “she’s kinda hot right now. I’d do her.”
“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter, raking a hand over my face before turning to Riggs, who’s only a few feet behind me.
“Keep an eye on the street and have your men ready to leave in a hurry.”
