Proving Her Wrong

Chapter 12

Alina walked into the room and frowned when she saw Owen reading a book to Melisma. "Hey," she said confused as she looked around.

"Daddy go play," Melisma smiled as Owen shut the book and she hopped down to rush over to Alina.

"What?" She asked shocked.

"Daddy go play," Melisma said hugging her legs. "Snack time?"

"Um," She frowned as she tried to figure everything out.

"Victor had to go perform and we didn't want to wake you," Owen tried to explain. "We thought it was best for you to rest with everything that happened."

She picked up Melisma and held her on her hip. She cleared her throat, "Thank you, I appreciate it, Sir."

He could tell that she was furious, but she kept her cool since his daughter was around. He had to admit he was certainly intrigued with her, and he found her spitfire attitude invigorating. He wanted to know more about her but he knew it wouldn't happen while she was working. He respected her professionalism but it also made him want to see just how far she would keep her private life away from her professional life.

"We pain?" Melisma asked and Alina smiled softly.

"We can go paint in a little bit," she said pushing Melisma's hair out of her face. "Why don't you go spend time with your daddy before he has to leave again?"

"I actually have to leave," Owen said shaking his head, "I need to head back to the house, I have work tomorrow. I was only staying until you woke up."

She nodded and he could see relief in her eyes on knowing what she was supposed to be doing. "That's fine," she said softly. "I'm awake now, you can leave if you need to. Go give your daddy hugs and kisses and I will go get the art supplies set up."

Alina sat Melisma down and headed to the table to begin setting up the craft area. She heard Owen's steps towards the table that she was covering with a cloth then she felt him watching her for a few moments before hearing him head towards the door and leave. She turned to see where he just was then frowned in confusion before shrugging it off and went back to getting everything out for them to paint some pictures together.

"Melisma, go put on your paint shirt, okay?" Alina said as she poured some paint into the paper plate. "Alright, what are we going to paint today?" She asked as Melisma climbed into the seat and took the paintbrush from Alina.

They spent some time painting and Melisma started giggling. Alina looked at her curiously so Melisma ran her blue finger across Alina's cheek.

"You little minx!" Alina laughed as she swiped her paintbrush with green paint on Melisma's cheek. They both burst out laughing and started painting one another.

A couple of minutes later she heard a loud thud making them both get quiet.

(Meanwhile)

"Hey Beautiful," Marc chuckled grabbing his phone and seeing the rose and knife icon pop up on the screen. "I'm making dinner, what's up?"

"Call Blackbourne now," she whispered as she picked up Melisma.

"What's wrong Alina?" Marc asked dropping the spatula in his hand.

"RED!" Alina screamed as sounds of glass breaking and Melisma's screams filled his ear then the phone went dead.

"Alina?" Marc asked then growled, "RAVEN HUNTING NOW!"

"I'm tracking her phone," Corey said rushing over to his laptop.

"I'm calling Blackbourne," Brandon said grabbing his phone.

"What's wrong?" Raven asked coming down the stairs putting a gun in his holster and knife in his pocket. "Who I kill? I'm professional Russian."

"Blackbourne, Alina just called Marc screaming Red and the phone went dead," Brandon said grabbing his car keys. "Her phone went straight to voicemail when Marc tried to call back."

"Give me the phone," Marc said through clenched teeth.

"Tell me everything," Owen's voice came through the air.

"She just called and the first thing she said was to call you. When I asked what was wrong she said red and then there was glass breaking and Melisma screamed then it went silent," Marc said cracking his knuckles. "Owen, she can handle herself, hell she took down Raven. Why did she tell me to call you?"

"I just left there a couple of hours ago," he said maneuvering into the left lane. "Maybe she knew I was the closest, I don't know," he admitted. "I'm on my way. I need to call the rest of the family."

"I already did," Brandon called out. "They are on their way."

"Who would do something like that?" Marc asked. "Why?"

Owen sighed, "I have no idea."