Lily
I sit in shock as dad talks to the officers. I can't believe this is fucking happening again.
I'm glad dad shuts them down and doesn't allow them to ask me anymore unnecessary questions. He and I both know that they would have taken another statement and used it for their own selfish reasons.
Dad's fierce, and more knowledgeable about the law than anyone I've known. His best friend, Taz calls him Lawman, which also matches the patch on his leather club cut and jacket. The people in dad's office, call him The Slayer, which matches the plague on his desk at his office. I think both fit.
The look on Officer McDonald's face when dad puts him in his place was almost enough to make me grin, but I just couldn't seem to manage it.
After showing the cops to the door, he sits next to me on the couch holding my hands in his. I can see the pain in his eyes, and I know this is bringing back memories of mom's murder to his mind too. How could it not?
"I need you to tell me everything, sweetheart. Don't leave anything out. You said earlier you saw someone?" His big blue eyes look at me sternly trying to push his pain away so we can focus on the problem in front of us.
"Yes. A man." I close my eyes remembering the eerie way he looked up at me.
"Where did you see him?" He asks and I open my eyes to look back at him.
"On the sidewalk in front of the other building. A few minutes after the last shot. He walked out of the building, stopped and looked up at me. He stood there, just staring at me. Then he walked off." I wipe the tears from my cheeks and try to recall everything I can.
"Could you make out anything about him?" Dad asks rubbing my hands in his.
"It was too dark." I shook my head, "I could tell he was tall and that he wore dark clothing and a baseball hat." I shrug not being able to remember much more.
"How do you know he was looking at you?" Dad asks, his eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.
"I could feel his eyes on me, dad. Plus, when that Officer McDonald went to investigate, he did the same thing. He looked up at me from the sidewalk. We waved at each other. I'm telling you; he saw me." My breathing begins to quicken as I think of the man on the street, and then my thoughts fade to the man in the leather club cut the night my mom was murdered. I remember the eerie way he looked at me and the way he out his finger over his mouth to make sure I stayed quiet.
The image of the man in the club cut from my mom's murder comes to mind. His eyes. The way he put his finger over his mouth. Fuck, why this again.
I had the intense need to rub my hands together, but dad was holding them tightly in his. Fuck, and now I'm back to wanting to wring my hands all the time like I'm some fucking crazy person. Great, can this night get any fucking better.
"When the homicide detectives get here. Tell them what you told me, even the cannabis, if you've had any tonight." He knows me, hell, we've smoked together on more than one occasion. But to tell cops that I've been smoking didn't make sense to me. I look at him, confused as if he's trying to get me locked up.
"Be upfront about it, sweetheart. Could ruin the entire case if not." When he says it, I'm reminded of the client he had a few years ago that kept something from him. The something was so big, that when the defense brought it up in court, it turned his entire case into a shit show.
"I need to make a phone call." he lets go of my hands and places the red throw pillow back into my lap.
"Use this, not your hands." I nod watching him disappear into the kitchen.
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Lily's Protector - Wolves MC
Romance**COMPLETED** Lily has been tormented by the memories of her mother's murder since she was eight years old. She's spent years terrified that the men would come back for her. A fear, that led Lily on a life of self-destruction until her father's bes...
