Then Emilia moved out and I stayed a little longer. I finally moved into a small little house that had been remodeled from when it had been a schoolhouse.
I thought that was pretty cool and the rent hadn’t been out of my price range thanks to my work I do on the computer. I found I had a knack for graphic design and started working on stuff like that for a while, but then I got into working on something else, and now I am a highly sought out cyber investigator. How I got into this is by overhearing a friend of mine talking about some type of auction going on that they wanted to get into to see if it had something on it that was theirs. I’d decided to take a look at it myself and in doing so, I found myself somewhere I shouldn’t have been considering it was known as a backdoor. I ended up making a call to the police with an anonymous tip.
After that, it kind of imploded from there. I didn’t have to go anywhere or speak to anyone in person. So the only thing I had is my laptop I worked on. It’s the only expensive electronic device I need to own. Tablets and e-readers aren’t for me. Sure, I’d love to read, but I’ll buy the book. Phones are too much of a pain, I guess you can say I’m old school and stick with the simplicities in life where I can.
“Amaya, sit the hell down and start talking,” Venom orders, pulling me from my thoughts.
Nodding, I sit on the edge of the couch ready to spring up and run at any moment. I notice Whip sitting on the arm of the couch across from me. His eyes might be glued to the phone, but he was paying attention to me as well.
“I remembered you mentioning your club and how when you got out of the military you planned to always come back here. So I figured, I could possibly find you if I looked in the right spot. I didn’t find you, I found Whip. I came here tonight, in hopes of speaking to Whip and getting in touch with you.” I take a second to take a deep breath. “I didn’t email you at the time because I didn’t have your email. And if I did, I didn’t have a computer to get on. As for calling someone in order to get in touch with you, I didn’t know where to start. I sent you forty some letters and I figured you would have at least read them. I mean common courtesy and all.”
“You’re sitting here tellin’ me that I could have known my son all along if I’d opened a letter, a letter you wrote. Why? For that matter, where the fuck is his mother? The same woman who keeps blowing up my phone?”
Emilia keeps calling him.
Oh God. I hope she’s not trying to get him to take her back.
“Um, have you talked to her?”
“Fuck no. The bitch can go to hell,” he snaps, standing to his feet and leans over the coffee table and gets in my face. “Now, why do you have my son and not her?”
“Because I took him from her and made her sign her rights over to me to keep me from calling the cops on her when I found her trying to drown him,” I blurt out.
Um. Um. Um.
Did the room just become stifling or is it me?
“You tellin’ me Emilia tried to kill my kid?” he snarls, standing up straight and lifts his hands to slide them through his hair.
Instead of answering, I nod my head as my way of answering him.
“He’s staying with me,” Venom declares.
“Okay, that’s fine,” I mutter and stand. Venom has the right to have Lincoln stay with him. I’ll go stay at the motel and see if I can see him tomorrow. “Um, if it’s okay, I’ll just grab his stuff out of the car and leave you guys be for the night. It’s been a really long trip and I’m extremely tired, so I need to go get checked into the motel . . .”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Venom declares, rounding the coffee table.
“Yes, I am,” I say, standing straighter.
“No, you’re not, Amaya. You didn’t just come here and throw my son at me so you could bounce. You’re not leaving him and me without you here with him. You’re here until I fuckin’ say otherwise,” he snarls, leaning down to get in my face.
“Says who? You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do. You don’t know me and you sure as hell don’t know him. But you’re his dad and will look after him. I’m confident of that; however, I’m nothing to you. Never have been. I’ve done what I’ve had to do to protect him and get him to you. Now I’m leaving and you’re not going to stop me,” I snap sarcastically and turn to leave.
I need to get out of there. Get away from Venom. The hostility pouring off him is killing me. I’m not the one who hurt him so long ago. Or kept his son from him. I told him. He’s the one who evidently didn’t read the letters I sent. You could see it on his face that he never did.
“I don’t fuckin’ think so,” Venom growls as he grabs my arm and whirls me around to face him. “You got it right except for one thing, you’re not leaving, ‘cause I will stop you. Until I know what the hell is going on, I’m not about to let you out of my fuckin’ sight. This means your ass is in my bed, where I can make sure you don’t get away from me.”
Oh boy, did he
