Page 107 of Between Now and Always

“Is that true?” Fiona bellows, her face growing florid with anger.

“Of course not,” my father growls, but his agitation is obvious.

So, I press my advantage.

“You’re a fool Fiona. He’s played you both. And he’s probably planning on killing you as soon as I sign whatever it is,” I say, making it up as I go along.

Doubt flickers on Fiona’s face and then she glares at my father, hands on her hips. “I want to see it. Now.”

“Oh, and even if the willdidn’tsay all that, female heir, marrying me wouldn’t help you anyway. Because I have DNA proof that Drew Wolfe isn’t my father. And so, any claim youmighthave , would be null and void.”

“What?” Duke says acidly.

I look to my father, his face has gone pale.

He didn’t know. I don’t know why that surprises me, but I don’t spare him another thought. I needle Fiona some more.

“You went to all this trouble to get me here and I’m no one,” I say and hold my breath, and pray I was convincing.

It only takes a second to know that I hit the nail on the head.

Fiona, shut up,” my grandmother says.

“You shut up,” she shouts.

“You are an evil fucking liar, Drew. You will pay for this.” Fiona screeches.

My grandmother stands Her diminutive frame, rigid with anger as she stalks toward Fiona with her finger stabbing the air in front of her.

“You’re lucky we let you step foot in the house, and you’ll be grateful for whatever we decide is yours to keep,” she snarls.

And then, so quickly that it’s like a blur, Fiona pulls a small black pistol out of her purse aims it at my father and says, “Enjoy hell, you limp dick Viagra popping asshole,” before she pulls the trigger and shoots him in the middle of his chest.

My father’s eyes widen in shock before he slumps over in his chair.

My grandmother starts to scream, a blood curdling sound that makes the hairs on the back on my neck stand up.

“Shut up, you old bag of bones,” Fiona snaps at her, walking over to where the old woman is crouching next to her son. “I’ve been waiting for you to keel over and die like a regular old person, but it looks like even the devil needs a little motivation before he’ll call you home.”

She aims her gun at the woman’s head and I look away just before the sound of the gun firing explodes in the room. My ears ring, but I’ve got a surge of adrenaline from the commotion.

I struggle with my wrist binding again, my mind hyper focused on Cameron and getting away.

Duke stalks over to Fiona and screams at her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he shouts at her.

“What I should have done a long time ago,” she bellows in his face. “That little girl if we’re going to need to prove her paternity to get any money out of her.”

My heart stops, and I freeze in place as I realize they’re talking about Cameron.

And then I force my mind back to getting out of here. Don’t panic. Focus on staying alive. Focus on getting Cam out of here.

“Fiona, she’s a baby,” Duke whines.

“She’s probably better off dying now…the planet’s melting. It’s a cruel world to raise children in. This will be kinder. And I’m his widow, I’ll get the money and you’ll share it with me.” She purrs and I watch, disgusted as they kiss.

My hands come free and I take advantage of them being distracted to stand up and run toward the open door.

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