Page 58 of Sparrow

“Why are you doing this to me?” Tears are falling like rain.

“Because a bitch who doesn’t know her place but knows too much else is a liability.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

He completely ignores my question. “This is how this is going to go, Amelia. You’re going to meet me in the shoebox you call a house, that you blew your dad’s money on, tomorrow night. You’re going to dress in some sexy lingerie, and you’re going to beg me to take you back after the stunt you’ve pulled.”

“No. I won’t do it. I can’t.” I struggle to push him, but he slams me against the wall again in return.

“You will and if you don’t, or if you tell anyone, that little blonde princess and her wife fucker of a father will end up in a landfill.”

I’m trembling from head to toe. He’s threatening to hurt them. I can’t. I can’t let him.

“Okay. I’ll be there. Please, please don’t hurt them. This isn’t about them, Jax; it’s about us. Leave them out of it.”

“Only you can ensure they aren’t involved, baby. Don’t make me hurt them.” He leans in and places a disgusting, hard, wet kiss to my quivering lips. “I miss you, Amelia. Especially like you are now, when you’re scared and shaking. I bet this,” he slips his hand between my legs, “is quivering too.”

I turn my face away from him and try to block him out. This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.

“Look at me!” he shouts so loudly; I’m surprised no one heard.

I blink my eyes open and oblige.

“Tomorrow, Amelia. Tell me you’ll be there.”

“I’ll be there.”

“There’s my girl.” He releases me from his hold and quickly exits the bathroom, vaporizing into thin air, leaving me terrified and heartbroken.

I have to protect them. I can’t let this hurt them.

No matter the cost.

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