Page 18 of Remy

“You’ve done more than enough.”

“I mean it, Remy. Let me help. She’s my daughter too,” I defend myself. Remy sighs but he doesn’t answer, at least not right away.

“Brad has connections all over the world. Did you know that?”

“I knew he had a wide reach. I didn’t know how far it went. He kept me away from most of it,” I tell him.

“And Charlie? Where did you go see her?”

“He blindfolded me. We drove quite a while, though. They never called each other by name when we got there, but there was a resemblance between the two. Maybe a sister or cousin?”

“You don’t know if he had any family?” I shake my head, and Remy huffs out a laugh. “And you were just going to marry this fuck?”

“It’s not like that, and you know it. I didn’t want to marry him.”

“Yeah, I heard.”

“Are you going to be mad at me forever?” I ask.

“I don’t know that forever is long enough,” he snaps before turning and starting to walk off again. I follow behind him because I’m not done yet.

“Remy, stop.”

“Fuck off,” he mumbles over his shoulder. I speed up and grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

He looks down at my hand on his wrist before spinning around and pulling it free. Then he just glares at me.

“What do you want from me, Tianna? Huh? What the hell do you want?”

“I just want to help find her.”

“Then tell me everything you know about that bastard. Every last detail.”

“You’ll let me help?” Remy scrubs his hand over his face before looking at me once more.

“I’ll let you help. You stay the fuck out of my way, Tianna. You do what you’re told.” I nod my head because this is the most I’ve gotten out of him in days.

“Okay. I will.”

“Fine. Come on,” he says as he continues walking. I follow behind him down the hall and into one of the rooms. There are computer screens all over the walls. Some I recognize as the club but others I have no idea what they are. I glance around as Remy sits in front of one of the computers and starts typing.

“I want to know everything, Tianna.” He doesn’t even look over at me when he says this. So I speak. I tell him everything I can think of that might help find our daughter. I tell him everything I know about Brad and the things I’ve overheard. He asks questions, and I do the best I can to answer all of them. I don’t want to piss him off any more than I already have, so I answer. The whole time I’m talking Remy types. I don’t bother to look and see what he’s typing because I know he wouldn’t tell me anyway.

“That’s good. Go to bed,” he dismisses me. I open my mouth about to say more but I think better of it. I turn on my heel and walk out of the room and back down to his room. I strip out of my clothes and climb into bed, wishing sleep would come. I don’t know how long I lay here before I heard the door open and close. I hear the dresser open and someone rummaging through it. Then the bed dips, and I know it’s him.

“What does she look like?” he asks softly, almost as if he shouldn’t be asking.

“She’s beautiful. When she was first born, she looked like me, but as she grew, her looks changed. She looks like you.”

“When’s her birthday?”

“In three months.” I choke up a little on that one. Remy sighs and I feel the bed shift as he lays down next to me.

“I’m gonna find her, Tianna.”

“I know you will.”

“How do you know?”

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