Lagorra

Chapter 9

                   Chapter 9

     "Hello, Daniél," he said smiling.

     "Tristan," I thought. "Tell my mom to come here."

     "Fuck," I heard her say. I stood there frozen.

     "Hello, Emma. I came to get Dani," he said.

     "Your aren't taking away my baby girl. I already lost one of my daughters, I'm not losing the other, you motherfucker. Get the hell off my property," she said hugging my frozen body tight to hers.

     "She's my daughter too, Emma. I can do what ever I want to her," he said getting annoyed. He reached out for me, as soon as he touched me he pulled back. "What the fuck," he hissed, shaking his hand.

     "Fire plus fire equals mega fire," my mom said. "And you lost your chance at being a father. I have full custody of Dani."

     "Emma, love, what's going on," dad's voice broke in. He walked over to us and took one look at me.

     "Take her to Tristan," she said handing me over to dad.

     He carried me in his arms to the kitchen.

     "Put her down, she's mine! Who the fuck are you," Jack yelled at my mom's boyfriend.

     "Don't let him hurt me, dad. He's gonna kill me," I managed to squeak out.

     "I won't let anyone hurt you, sweetie," he whispered.

     "Dad? You're not her dad, I am," Jack hollered.

     Dad carried me over to Tristan, who took me into his arms as soon as he saw me. I clung on to him. He cradled me in his arms.

     "What happened," Tristan asked dad.

     "Her biological dad is here to take her. He has no custody of her, her mom does. Take her to her room, use the back stairs," he pointed to the door that lead upstairs.

     Tristan nodded as dad left the room. We headed to my room. We went past Mason's room, I hope he's with his mate and not on his way here. Tristan opened the door and kicked it closed. He laid me on my bed and went back to the door to lock it. He locked all the doors and windows then came back to the bed. As soon as he sat on the bed, I crawled into his arms from the ball I was in. He stroked my back and kissed the top of my head. I was too shocked to say anything and he knew that.

     "He's gonna hurt me," I say.

     "No, he's not gonna come anywhere near you. I won't let him," he said.

     "Dani, sweetie, he's gone now," dad said knocking on the door. Tristan got up and opened the door. "You should take her to your house for the night bring her back tomorrow night after school," dad told Tristan then left.

     "You should pack some clothes for you to wear," Tristan said.

     I grabbed my backpack and a duffle bag, packed my things, and headed out

     "Ready," he asked. I nod my head.

     "Bye, mom. Bye, dad," I say to them as Tristan and I left.

     "Bye," they said.

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     "Hey," Mark greeted us when we pulled up.

     We got out of Tristan's black Chevy Camaro, and Tristan made his way to the trunk where my things were.

     "Hi," I say to Mark.

     "Nice legs," he said to me. I looked down at my exposed legs and my over sized, black, knitted sweater. Tristan's head shot up when Mark said that.

     "Thanks, but I'm Tristan's girl," I say smiling, Tristan smirks.

     "Where's my girl," Mark yelled looking up to the sky for an answer or a girl to fall into his arms. "No use. Well the guys and me are going to the park for a while. Oh, and Ellana found her mate."

     "Aren't we all finding love nowadays," Tristan said wrapping his arm around my waist.

     "Yes, yes you are," Tristan's mom said as we walked in. "Hello, Daniél. Nice to see you again."

     "Hello,"I say. "What are you making?"

     "More like what am I trying to make," she said, mad at what she was trying to do. "It's suppose to be cupcakes, but the didn't turn out right," she showed me the shrunken, chocolate cupcakes that still sat in the cupcake baking trays.

     "Just your luck, I'm a great baker."

     "Thank God! Someone who knows how to bake," she exclaimed, hugging me.

     "Can I help," Tristan asked as if he was a little child.

     Tami. Just like Tami. She always wanted to help me when I was baking. I smiled at the fond memories.

     "Why not, the more the better," I chirp. He smiles at me.

     We wash up and dry our hands.

     "Do you want to start off with the box mix or scratch," I ask.

     "Why not the box, I'm not pro enough to make cupcakes from scratch."