Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
I don’t knock as I enter the Score home, coming in through the main entrance. Grace and Tomas are making their way out of his office.
“Where is Asher?” I ask, not bothering with hellos. I don’t have the time.
“What’s wrong?” Tomas asks.
“Asher!” I shout. I barely bellow the words and he’s already rounding the corner to come down the stairs. He has Molly’s hand in his. I guess those two made up. Must be fucking nice.
“Emily is with her mom,” Molly blurts out. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” Her eyes fill with tears. “I’m pregnant too!” The truths just pour from her like she can’t hold on to them anymore. Could Emily be pregnant? I push that thought from my mind. One thing at a time. I need to get my girl back.
“Pregnant,” Grace whispers. She doesn’t actually seem shocked.
“I was coming to tell you. Molly can’t get her on the phone. Interpol was picking Heidi up to bring her back to the States to face a slew of charges.”
“Emily is on a plane on her way back here now,” I inform them all.
“Oh, thank God,” Molly sighs. Tomas’s expression is unreadable. The man really can’t free himself of this parasite of a human he has for an ex-wife.
“She is going to try to use Emily so I won't press charges,” Asher says what I was also thinking. He runs his hand down his face, already knowing he doesn’t know what he’s going to do.
“She booked a private flight to take her to Hawaii. Little does she know her plane is coming here.” Asher’s brows lift in surprise. Her running days are over. I’m not doing this anymore. Emily is mine.
“Maybe she needs to go to Hawaii. Then she doesn’t have to deal with what her mother has done to her or you for that matter.” Molly’s tone has turned tart. The anger I’ve felt from her recently is coming through again.
“Then I’ll take her to Hawaii, but if one more person tries to get in the way of her and me, there is going to be a fucking problem.” Asher and Tomas hold up their hands in clear indication they aren’t going to step in the way. Molly, however, is still pissed.
“Oh, so your fiancée isn’t going to get in the way?” Molly hisses. Grace’s face pales. She opens her mouth and then closes it.
“She thinks I’m engaged?” I shout. That explains a whole lot. A few of the things she said run through my mind. Fuck me.
“It’s not a secret you’re promised to someone. Your own mom has been saying it. So I’ve heard,” Molly keeps going. Grace cringes but speaks up.
“She has been, but it’s how she keeps requests away from families that reach out about you dating their daughter, plus Rebecca believes it to be true. I’m sure it doesn’t help the rumors because she’s been planning some things as well for the engagement party and bridal party for you. Might be a wedding date picked too.” Of course, she has been planning. I want to kiss and choke my mother right now.
“It’s Emily,” I respond. Molly’s mouth falls open. Grace clearly knows this. She nods her head in agreement. That would explain why Tomas was really calm about the idea of Emily and me.
“But the woman at the bar with the—”
I cut Molly off. “Security. She and her husband work for me.” My phone goes off. I pull it out to see Emily’s plane is about to land. “Everyone stay here. I’ll be back shortly. There are a few other things that need to be addressed or I would just take Emily home with me.”
“What?” Asher asks, wanting a heads-up. The man hates surprises.
“I read the reports from the arrest.” My eyes swing over to Tomas. “Heidi told Emily that she isn’t yours.”
“She’s mine!” Tomas grits out without missing a beat. “I admit I could have been a better father, and I will be, but Emily is my daughter.”
“You know that for a fact?” I toss back.
“She’s my sister,” Asher adds.
“It doesn’t matter if a drop of the DNA inside of Emily is mine. Both she and Molly are my daughters. Period.” A smile pulls at Molly's lips.
“Good, because I have a feeling I’m about to bring home a woman who thinks she’s lost,” I say before I turn to leave. It doesn’t take me long to get to the private airport. Emily’s bags are already coming off as I pull up.
“This is not Hawaii,” I hear her say to one of the airport workers, making me smile.
Then she sees me. The second her eyes lock with mine from the top of stairs of the plane, she bursts into tears. I rush up the stairs and wrap her in my arms. She buries her face in my neck as she sobs.