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Especially because I’ve been fighting the feeling for weeks and the first person I'd like to speak the words to is Delaney, if she lives through this and wants to hear me out, anyway.
Fuck!
“Why?” Pops interjects, sneering. “My boy not good enough.”
Of course, Helen swings back to him but before either of them can continue this petty shit, I bellow, “Enough!”
When Helen’s mouth drops open, I pinch the bridge of my nose and say, “We’re wasting time. We need to find her now.”
As though my words conjured that fucker Ice, a text comes through on Helen’s phone and she reads it aloud. “Send that fucker to the Palisades Motel in one hour. We end this tonight…that is if he wants to see his daughter alive.”
Chapter 38
Delaney
Three hours later, I’m sitting against the wall on the floor, staring at Kidd.
He fell asleep an hour ago, which is probably for the best. I can’t imagine being awake with what must be an astronomical amount of pain radiating through his body.
Ice is outside partying with his men. Other than a completely unpleasant encounter with his ol’ lady, I’ve been left alone.
The woman was a stone-cold bitch though, and I don’t quite understand why she hates me, but she didn’t bother to hide it.
Perhaps it has to do with my mom and Ice’s unhealthy obsession, but I can’t control the psycho’s behavior any more than I could fight off the bitch who glared holes through me.
She may be a foot shorter and soft in a lot of places but the hardness behind her eyes spoke volumes as to her abilities.
Luckily, Ice told her to knock it off and they’ve been outside ever since.
No one has said anything about my phone which I assume is because either they think they’ve cowed me enough not to snitch, they don’t care, or there’s no reason to bother when there’s no fucking cell service way out here.
So much for my plan to call the fucking cops.
How could I be so dumb?
Meanwhile, I’ve been considering what Ice said but I have no idea who Castro is and it’s entirely possible that he’s wrong.
Based on my mom’s behavior, I can’t help but wonder if Ice really is my father which is why I’ve been cataloguing everything about the man I believe to be my brother while he sleeps.
Is his upper lip a tiny bit wider like my mom’s? We don’t share the same eye color but perhaps the blue-gray hue is a mixture of my parent’s?
When he frowns, I look away, biting back the tears that have been simmering since I got here.
Did she leave Kidd when she got pregnant with me? What a horrible notion to consider.
I guess Joker was dead wrong on that one, but it brings me no joy because I may not live long enough to point it out.
Eventually I tire of my thoughts and doze, waking when I hear a scratching noise nearby.
Sitting up, I meet Kidd’s wide-eyed stare. He tries to speak through the gag, but I can’t understand him and after glancing around to confirm we’re still alone, I crawl across the concrete.
With a wince, I peel the tape back, but Kidd is immune as he hisses, “You have to let her go.”
Shit. Let who go?
With a sinking sensation in my stomach, I whisper, “Who?”
“Dray! Get her out of here!”
