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“She’s Drake Michaelson’s half-sister. Fancy that. Arrow shoved his dick in Fury’s daughter and had a kid. And Drake has no fuckin’ idea she exists,” Volcano sneered.

Sharp stiffened. This created a whole new problem.

If what Volcano was saying was true… he had to rescue this woman from the Fangs.

“What ya gonna do… Fed boy?” Volcano demanded in a low tone.

He froze and held Volcano’s gaze.

“Yeah, I know exactly who you are… Ghost.”

Part Two –

Ghost and Carmelle

Chapter Six.

Carmelle – October 2018.

What does normal mean to you? To me, it was getting up with my darling husband, Beau, making his breakfast while he showered and making his coffee.

Beau would come in and kiss me—with tongue, thank you—and pat my ass before sitting to eat. I’d make his lunch, and he’d grab it and his travel mug, and I would see Beau off to work.

Then I’d get the girls up, do housework and other stuff before preparing dinner. Beau worked hard so I didn’t have to. He wished me to do what I wanted, and when I said I wanted to stay home until the kids started school, that was fine. Dinner would be waiting for Beau’s return.

Beau would dump his briefcase by the door, shrughis suit jacket off and get on his knees with the girls. Sadie, the baby, was the apple of his eye, while Shannon was his princess. Beau loved his childrenhard. He didn’t bitch that he’d not got a son. Beau appreciated his girls. That’s anormalday for us.

On the twenty-second of October, when we sat down to eat, we expected nothing different. No trouble, no disturbances. Because we were average people, college sweethearts who married, started a family, and desired more children. Beau was an amazing guy and wonderful husband.

Beau and I were discussing his latest project at work when we heard a loud roaring, which cut off.

We swapped glances but didn’t go to check; neither of us knew anyone who rode a bike. I was wiping Shannon’s face when, all of a sudden, the front door was kicked in.

Beau leapt to his feet as hulking shadows appeared.

“Take the girls and run!” Beau shouted.

I snatched Sadie from the highchair, grabbed Shannon from where she sat and headed for the back door. As I opened it, a man shoved me backwards.

Beau roared and moved towards me, and his eyes suddenly widened, and I was splattered with a sticky red substance. Beau collapsed, a hole in his head, and I didn’t understand.

A scream left me, and I began moving towards him. A fist hit me in the face, and I stumbled as somebody roughly tore Shannon and then Sadie from my arms. Instantly, I began fighting to get the girls back when more punches landed.

In pure panic, I kept screaming and shouting.

“Shut that cunt up!” someone ordered.

A powerful blow felled me. My last thought was thiswas nota normal day.

I blinked my eyes as a tiny body curled into me, and I wrapped an arm tightly around Shannon. She burrowed into me as I took a few moments; I was disorientated and wondered where I was. Hell, I definitely wasn’t in bed because the ground was hard.

Then, my memory returned, and I gasped, sitting upright.

Sadie lay close by, and Shannon held me in a death grip.

I was inside a van, with two men leering at me.

“Create a fuss,” the man growled, “and a child will pay the price.”

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