Page 139 of Unravelling The Beast

I keep an eye on him as I watch him walk away, and I slide my knife up my sleeve.

As I drive to my parents' house, I call Sara, who has Cree, and after a few rings, she answers.

"Hello?"

"How is he?"

"He's okay; I'm just making him breakfast."

"Sis, I know this is a big ask, but I need you to have him for a couple of days."

"Why? What's the matter, Arlo?"

"It's our old sperm donor. He's threatening Wren, and I can't have her home until this gets sorted."

I hear her exhale a sigh before responding.

"So, what are you going to do about it?"

I remain silent, feeling agitated as I think about it, and she continues by whispering on the phone, clearly hiding from Cree.

"Just do what you have to do, Arlo. You don't have to worry about Cree; I'll be looking after him. He is safe with me, but please be careful. You know what and who he is, and Cree needs his Daddy."

My jaw tightens as I stare ahead, pondering all the possible outcomes of this fight before responding.

"Thanks, sis. I'll make it up to you, and if you have any problems, please call me. Tell Cree that I love him."

She is silent for a moment before sighing.

"Of course, I will, and we'll speak soon."

I pull up outside the mansion as the call ends and step out when the doors open. I storm to the front door, not giving a fuck about who's here. I ring the doorbell and hold my gun in the back of my jeans, ready to draw if necessary.

When the door opens, it's my mom who greets me, confused.

"Arlo, what are you doing here?"

I push past her, welcoming myself into her fucking house. I scan the huge area with my eyes, and as I hear the door close behind me, I turn to face her.

"Where the fuck is he?"

She covers her arms with her hands, not responding to me, forcing me to raise my voice in anger.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS HE!?"

Her body tenses before she speaks.

"What is this all about?"

I take a short step forward and stare down at her.

"Is he fucking here?"

She offers a slight head shake, and I grind my teeth, realising that this fucker is going to be more difficult to catch than anyone else in my life.

"He's in Mexico."

I stare at her, confused.

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