Wolf: SBMC Maryland, стр. 16
“I’m so sorry,” Lucy says resting her hand on my shoulder. “She just speaks.” I wave a hand through the air to dismiss her.
“You have to be the sweetest kindest little girl that I have ever met,” I tell her as she smiles.
“We haven’t met yet, silly. I’m Eva.” She holds her hand out and the thought of touching her, holding her, smelling her overwhelms me. It’s too much but I do it. I reach out and take her little hand in mine.
“It’s nice to meet you, Eva. I’m Krista.” My heart literally stops beating as she holds onto my hand.
“Now we’re friends. Well, for a little while. We’re moving soon.”
“You are?” She pulls her hand away and panic grips my throat.
“Yeah. After school is out, we are moving to Florida, right mommy?” She asks looking up to her mom.
“That’s right. Daddy has a new job there.”
“That’s great. I hear the beach is really fun there,” I say trying to calm my nerves. In reality, I want to tell them no. I want to beg her mom to stay and keep her here, but I can’t do that. They both turn to walk away when Eva yells bye and waves over her shoulder at me. My heart breaks in my chest. I force my feet to move, walking back toward the park. I know they’ll be heading home now. This is the way they always go. When I get there, I have a few minutes before they will arrive. They always go and get an ice cream after school. My heart hurts to know that they have that bond. I know I should be happy, and I am that she has a great family but that doesn’t ease the ache inside of me. Pulling my phone out, I debate calling Wolf. I left things so wrong with him. I shouldn’t have told him anything and yet I want to tell him everything. The look in his eyes when I told him about Tom gutted me. Just as my finger hovers over his number, the phone rings.
“Hello?”
“You are a hard woman to track. So is our daughter.” My heart stops. My stomach tumbles. He’s found me. He’s found her.
“Stay away from her.” He laughs.
“You would like that wouldn’t you? You took what belonged to me and gave it away like it was meaningless.”
“You wouldn’t have wanted her,” I hiss into the line.
“You don’t know that.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why would you want her? You never wanted kids,” I remind him.
“I never wanted you. You were a toy, Krista. A toy that just happened to produce an heir that I need,” he says casually.
“You son of a bitch. You stay away from her!” I catch a few glares as I scream into the phone, but I don’t care.
“For now. Once I find her, I’ll do whatever I need to get her back. Don’t underestimate what I’m capable of, Krista. I have money at my fingertips,” he reminds me.
“Go to hell. You won’t find her and if you do, I will kill you before you ever lay a hand on her.” My threat is real. As long as I’m breathing, I will kill him for coming near her. Tom laughs hysterically into the line.
“You think you’ve grown up since back then? You’re still the same little piece of trash that lived on the streets. I bet you still do. You couldn’t stop me then, what makes you think you can stop me now?” His words are meant to undo me, and they do. My hands tremble as I think back to that night. The horror I felt. The pain. My body tenses as he laughs harder into the line. Not knowing what else to do, I hang it up. Dropping onto the picnic table, I cry. I’m going to have to kill him. I’m going to kill the father of my daughter.
Thirteen
Wolf
“Right there,” I say as I look through the binoculars.
“You think?” Shaft asks.
“Fuck yeah. I know how to blow shit up, brother.” He laughs as we keep looking around. Casing a fucking police station. I never thought I’d see the day but here I am.
“She tell you anything yet?”
“Fuck no. She’s still pissed about Krista bein’ in my room that night,” I tell him. If I’m being honest, I miss having Krista around. I miss her smartass mouth and the way she can use that mouth. She comes in for her appointments, but we don’t speak. Add to the fact that her tattoo is almost done and I’m a little more pissed.
“She still not talkin’ to you?”
“Krista? No.”
“Why don’t you just call her?”
“No. I need to deal with this shit. She’s right. Lauren is still around, and I don’t want her in the middle of this shit.” I hate to say it. I hate that she doesn’t call me. I miss her fucking voice. I sound like a goddamn bitch but it’s true. The feelings I have toward Krista feel realer than the ones I thought I had for Lauren and that bothers me.
“What about right there? Next to that tree,” Shaft asks changing the subject. Thank fuck.
“No. They run out the back and it won’t hit. We need it right up around the base of the buildin’.”
“Yeah? How we gettin’ around those cameras?”
“Fuck if I know. I’ll figure it out. It ain’t like we’re blowin’ it tonight,” I remind him. Lowering the binoculars, I sit back against the tree.
“What’s with you?”
“I don’t know. That girl has my stomach in knots. She was raped when she was a kid.”
“Fuck. How old?”
“Sixteen. Said she lived on the streets after that,” I tell him.
“Parents?” I shake my head. “Damn. That’s hard, brother.”
“Yeah. There’s more. She just won’t tell me. I think that’s what pissed me off more,” I add.
“Can’t force her. She will shut down.” I nod my head knowing that all too well. I don’t want to force her either. What’s the point in that? You have to establish some