(In the process of editing and filling plot holes lol) If the term "fuck around and find out" was a person it'd be Erin Whitaker. Being sold at the age of 18, she's back five years later with revenge on her mind. No one is gonna get in her way excep...
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A take a deep breath as I pull up to the villa type home that sits on the outside of town.
Today is Sunday and every Sunday I'm SUPPOSED to meet up with my parents for lunch but...I've missed a couple
The last one was because of Erin. Shortly after getting off the phone with X, Miah and Nic returned. We talked for a little while I patched her up and soon she fell asleep with her head in my lap.
It was nice to see her at peace before the night terrors kicked in. Nicole said they haven't been so bad lately but when Erin first moved in, it was hell. Sometimes she woke up screaming, sometimes she woke up sobbing, and others crashing was heard around the room. Not once did Erin ever allow Nicole to comfort her. She'd rather suffer alone.
Stubborn ass doesn't understand that just because she's use to suffering alone doesn't mean she STILL has to.
I kicked back the recliner and throughout the night, tried my best to ease the worry lines that appeared on Erin's face. Asked Nicole to bring me her bonnet then fell asleep with my thumb stroking her cheek
The next morning we woke up around the same time. She looked up at me with those red eyes and I found myself leaning over to kiss her forehead. In that moment, I told myself I'd find out who her captor was. That fucker was going to pay and I knew just who to go to for my lead.
Genevieve
Nicole made it pretty clear that Gen had a hand in something. She was gonna give me the answers I'm looking for or I'm going to cause hell. However, before I could face Erin's mother, I had to face my own.
Renee Moretti was one scary lady when she wanted to be. Standing at 5'9, the plump, mahogany skin parent had no problem knocking my 6'3 ass down a couple notches. Considering I haven't seen her in three weeks, she's gonna knock my ass into a new family.
I take my keys out the ignition and head to the house. Using my key to open the door, I'm instantly hit with the smell of baked goods. It's smells like she making banana bread.
I jog to the kitchen just in time to see my dad eat a cupcake in one bite
"Ooooo. I'm telling"
My dad almost chokes in shock then looks my way
"Shut up"
"Nope. Ma!"
"I never taught you to be a snitch going up. Now look at you, a professional one"
"Don't you work for the CIA?"
"No"
My father worked for the CIA for was long as I've been alive and just retired 2 years ago around the same time my mom did. Except my mom was a lawyer. It's how Dylan got into it.
"Oh I'm sorry. I forgot you quit to be a bum who steal cupcakes from the oven."
