“Who you?”
Jesus. It takes everything in me to keep my mouth shut. Crossing my arms over my chest, I wait for Ellie, ignoring the woman, afraid of what I’ll say if I speak.
“You a cop?”
Fuck me.
“I’m not a cop,” I growl, wanting to tell her she shouldn’t look relieved by that.
“That niece of mine has always acted like she’s better than all of us. Figures she’d meet a guy who thought the same.”
My fists clench and drop to my sides. I don’t know much about Ellie, but there isn’t a doubt in my mind that she is better than this dump and her fucked up family.
“Jax.”
My gaze goes toward the open mouth of the hall and collides with Ellie, who is holding a little girl in her arms; her face is pressed to Ellie’s chest, her long, dark hair hanging over Ellie’s arm, and her legs wrapped around her side.
“What is it, baby?” I question, closing the distance between us.
“Can you hold her while I get her stuff?” she asks in a hushed tone.
“Sure,” I mutter, and she slips the sleeping little girl into my arms. Her small, warm body presses close to my chest and I lift her higher, adjusting her against me.
“Hurry, baby,” I tell Ellie as her eyes stay fixed on me. “Babe,” I say, and she blinks then turns around, heading back down the hall, and my eyes drop to the tiny girl. I know she’s three from the info Ellie gave me. Her skin is the same cream color as her mother’s. Her cheeks are slightly rosy from sleep, her lips are in a small pout, and her long, dark lashes fan out across her cheeks. She’s beautiful, and she hasn’t even opened her eyes.
“Her dad never even seen her grow up,” Marlene says, putting another cigarette in her mouth.
Looking down at the little girl in my arms, I imagine her being mine and never seeing her. The thought alone causes my heart to bleed and my arms to tighten around her. “Don’t light that,” I growl when she lifts a lighter to the cigarette hanging out of her mouth.
“It’s my house.”
“I don’t give a fuck. You can wait until we’re gone.”
Her face screws up, but she pulls the cigarette out and closes her hand around it.
“Ready,” Ellie says, carrying a large bag over one shoulder then a smaller diaper bag in her other hand. Taking the large bag from her and being careful not to wake Hope, I carry her outside to the truck. Once I have her buckled in the car seat I had my mom pickup when we were still in the hospital, I lift Ellie up into the cab and pull her seatbelt around her.
“Jax.”
“Yeah, babe?” My hands stop and my gaze meets her beautiful brown eyes that are surrounded by long dark lashes.
“I can buckle myself in,” she whispers, and my eyes drop to her mouth. She has a gap between her front teeth that I have become obsessed with since meeting her. Really, I’m obsessed with her mouth. Her lips are plump, the bottom; slightly fuller than the top, the pink so dark that I want to lean in for a taste, just to see if they’re as soft and sweet as they look.
“You owe me for watching Hope,” her aunt says from behind us, breaking the moment and causing a growl to vibrate my chest.
“Stay put.” I growl, clicking her seatbelt into place, stepping back and slamming the door. Once I’m a few steps away, I set the locks and the alarm so I’ll know if Ellie tries to get out then storm up the few stairs into the trailer. Pulling the door closed behind me, the small room turns almost black, the only light coming from a small window in the living room, and a smaller one above the sink in the dirty kitchen.#p#分页标题#e#
“What are you doing?” Marlene asks, and I can hear the nervousness in her voice as she backs away from me.
“I’m going to give you a chance to be honest with me. I’m going to ask you where Ellie’s mother is, and I want you to tell me the truth. If you don’t tell me where she is now and I find out later on that you knew her whereabouts and kept that from me, I’m going to make you pay for that mistake.”
“You ain’t the law. You can’t talk to me like this,” she says, putting her hands on her wide hips and looking toward the door.
“You’re right. I’m not a cop, and that information should lead you into doing the smart thing,” I snarl.
“She’s my sister.”
“I don’t give a fuck if she’s the fucking Pope. Tell me where she is.”
“I don’t know,” she says quietly after a long moment.
“You sure you want that to be your final answer?” I ask her, turning toward the door.