My mom takes her hand and leads her over to the playground. Nervously, I watch her reaction, ready to run to her at any second.
Hearing sobbing, I see Jessica lying on her side on the blanket crying. Her pregnancy hormones are all over the place.
Moving over to her, I place my hand on her shoulder.
“What’s the matter, Jessica?” I rub her shoulder soothingly.
“Seeing you with your child… it’s beautiful. I’m also sexually frustrated.” She covers her face with her hands. Brae rubs her head.
Looking over my shoulder to see Chase running over.
Nudging Brae, I nod toward Chase. She smiles and ducks her head to hide it.
Chase gets on his knees in front of her and pulls her up to a sitting position. He takes her hand away from her face and holds it in his hand. “Are you okay, love?”
She nods quickly.
“Then why are you crying?” He wipes away her tears.
“She’s horny,” Brae blurts out. My eyes go wide at Brae who is smirking at Jessica.
“Thank you for that, Braelyn. I was about to tell him that myself. Yes, I’m sexually frustrated.” She blushes deeply. She can blush?
I look back at Chase, and he’s grinning. Biting my lip, I try to contain my smile. “Honey, I’m sure your man is at home dying for you to come to take care of that.”
Jessica’s face whitens and her hands are visibly shaking. Taking her hand in mine, I ask, “What's the matter?”
She shakes her head frantically and looks down at her lap before looking back at Chase. “I don’t have a husband or a man. I left my boyfriend as soon as I found out I was pregnant.”
Brae sucks in a sharp breath, and I stiffen knowing what will be said next won’t make anyone very happy.
“My boyfriend beat the ever-loving shit out me. A slap here and slap there. I wanted to leave, but I was scared. Then the beatings got worse. I read a text and he’s mixed up in some shady things. When I learned I was pregnant, I left and never looked back. I have moved from town to town every couple months or so. This baby is all I have. I was going to leave him before. The baby gave me the strength to leave.” She sniffs and wipes away the stray tears.
“Sweetheart,” Chase drawls out before taking her into her arms and pulling her into his lap. He is furious. His face and body movements show everything. Her body shakes as she tries to control her emotions.
What kind of person hits a woman? Hurts a child? There is some fucked up people in this world. I will make sure my child will know how to defend herself. To never ever let a man lay hands on her or treat her poorly.
I want Arabella to fall in love with a man like Kane. Who is protective, caring, tender, and loves unconditionally. Kane would lay down his life for me. I love that man with every part of my being. No woman should have less than something like that. Kane is my soul-mate. I thought soul-mates where an illusion made up in fairy tales until him.
Looking at the playground, I see my mom holding Arabella behind her protectively. Dave stands in front of them both. Dave was staring at a truck parked in the parking lot. You can see the man inside and he has a gang symbol like my father and the guy that attacked me. The air rushes out of my lungs.
“No. No. No. No.” I mutter to myself. Turning to Kane, I smack his arm and point to Dave. He takes in the scene then jumps to his feet and runs over to them with me on his heels. Kane picks Arabella off the ground.
“Kane, I think we should go.” I whisper to him anxiously.
He nods his head and wraps his arm around me protectively. Shuddering I peek over at the truck that’s pulling out of the parking lot. I know in my gut that he was watching me. Kane leads us to the truck.
Kane helps me up and then buckles Arabella in. Leaning my head against the glass I try to relax. Kane slamming his truck door closed startles me. The leather seat creaks as he scoots over to me and takes me into his arms.
“It will be okay, sweetheart.” He presses his lips to my temple and takes my hand in his. He starts up the truck and we head for home.
Cameron
Get to the fucking bar now.
Throwing my phone in the floor board I peel out of the parking lot. I got caught watching her. Grinning in satisfaction. Good, she needs to be scared. That bitch got away from me years ago. Not anymore, she is MINE. She was mine before she met that big fucker.
The first time I saw her I knew she would have been mine. She was walking to class on the college campus. I’ll kill him for touching her, then I’ll beat the fuck out of her for being with another man.
The fucker was supposed to kidnap her and bring her to me. I didn’t expect for her to fight like that or that big fucker showing up. Taking my nails, I scrape them up my arm. I smile at the pain. Sydney is going to feel so much fucking pain. I got a bitch at home that will just have to do until I make her mine.