The Trap She Faced by Marissa Farrar

Author:Marissa Farrar [Farrar, Marissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: complete series, mafia series, outlaw, hitman series, new series, Marissa Farrar, women's crime, Romantic Suspense, alpha male, Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Warwick House Press
Published: 2018-03-08T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

V

WE RETURNED TO the house without further event.

Though cautious our father might have made it home before us, we discovered the house locked up exactly as we’d left it. It was late, and I took extra care making sure every door and window was shut and bolted, and the security system was on. I’d already changed the codes for everything once I’d realized Dylan had been able to get onto the property, so our father wouldn’t be able to either.

“Vee?” said Nicole, looking at me with worry in her eyes.

I lifted a hand. “I can’t right now, Nickie. I need to sleep.”

“He can’t get in here, though, can he?”

“No, we’re safe. Get some sleep, if you can.”

I knew Nicole wanted to talk, but I didn’t have any answers for her.

Summoning up enough energy to walk up the stairs, I left my sister to shut myself in my room for the night. I needed to rest, even though my mind was tumbling over and over with endless thoughts.

In bed, I sank into an agitated sleep. I couldn’t get my brain to switch off, my legs twitching with restlessness. Now unable to sleep on my stomach or back due to my size, I shifted from one side to the other, stuffing a pillow between my knees to try to get comfortable. I could feel the baby moving inside me, too, perhaps kept awake by the stress hormones I felt sure my body was producing. I hoped none of this was going to adversely affect the baby. I’d read stress could lead to low birth weight or premature labor. I didn’t want that, but I couldn’t see a way to extricate myself from this situation.

My dreams were filled with my father again, unsurprisingly. I dreamed of him standing over my bed, clutching a massive head wound, while blood poured between his fingertips. “Why did you do it?” he cried at me. “I’ve only ever tried to be your father.” His words confused me, the truth insubstantial, wisps of cloud I kept trying to snatch out only for them to disperse beneath him fingertips. Was he right? Had he been a good parent? In my sleep, I tried to work out which was the reality and which the dream. Had all the bad things he’d done really been the dream? Was he actually a good dad and I’d hurt him anyway?

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