Damn, that was so sweet but Black wasn't done.
"I know it's the same for Graham. He knows what it's like to have a selfish bitch waiting for him. Now that he has something so much better, he's not going to let anything happen to him. I can promise you that."
I wanted to cry all over again because that was exactly what I needed to hear.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Graham
I was a little busted up and limping but nothing would keep me from seeing Sarah and Andrew.
The police and their stupid statements could wait until after I got what I needed. The only thing I cared about was them taking Charmaine away in handcuffs. After that, I didn't give a shit what happened at her house.
That wasn't entirely true. I also cared that they arrested the man who captured and tortured me on that damn boat. I hoped like hell that guy rotted in prison for the rest of his life. I was a little sad that I didn't kill him, but whatever drugs Charmaine gave me still hadn't left my system.
"Are you sure we can't take you to the hospital to get checked out? See what you were drugged with and make sure there aren't going to be any lasting side effects?" Matthew asked for the gazillionth time.
"I told you I'm fine. I'm going home to see Sarah and Andrew. I'm not spending any more time away from them."
I laid my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes. Whatever Charmaine gave me did a number on me, but I wasn't about to tell Matthew that.
"I'll have Black ask the doctor to make a house call."
I smiled at Matthew's grumbled words and gave him a thumbs up. My team leader knew me well.
It took too long to get through Boston traffic, and by the time we got back to my townhouse, I was itching to get inside and see my two favorite people. Thankfully neither Sarah nor Andrew made me wait. They rushed out the front door as soon as Matthew had the vehicle in park.
"Dad!" Andrew guided Sarah down the walkway as the two of them ran toward me. Sarah crashed into me so hard that I almost fell backwards, but luckily my son, who wasn't that much smaller than me, managed to keep me upright.
"I'm so happy you're okay." I didn't have to see Sarah's face to know there were tears in her eyes. I could hear it in her voice.
I rubbed circles on her back and whispered soothing words into her ear. Promises that I would be fine and nothing would take me away from her.
"Let's go inside," I encouraged Sarah.
She tucked herself into my one side while Andrew stood on my other as we walked the short distance up the sidewalk and into my house. I stopped just inside the doorway and saw my house from Sarah's POV. She was right; it lacked any personality. It was sterile and show ready but the place barely looked like anyone lived here, despite the few days we were in town.
"I want you to decorate as you see fit," I told Sarah out of the blue, and based on the look she was giving me, I had completely lost her. "This place. I don't want it to look like a decorator set it up. I want it to look like a home and I want you to make it that way."
The smile she gifted me with was everything I could ever want in life. It was the reason I fought so hard when I was attacked back at Charmaine's place. I knew more than anything that I would do whatever it took to get back to her and my son.
The three of us took a seat on the couch while my team and Black spread out throughout the rest of the living room.
"Tell us what happened?" Black asked before I could say anything more.
I looked over at my son before answering. This was going to hurt him more than anyone. "Charmaine drugged me." I watched my son's reaction like a hawk to the news, ready to help him through in any way possible.
But all he gave me was a resigned look as he asked, "Why?" He was far too wise beyond his years.
"I'm not sure, son. But my guess is probably money. That's the one thing we fought a lot about before and after the divorce." I didn't want to tell him how much she had paid to make me go away. There were just some things a child didn't need to know about their parent.
There was nothing but pain in his eyes as he looked at me. "I don't understand. Richard had plenty of it and gave her whatever she wanted."
I guess I was about to break even more unpleasant news.
"Richard was divorcing your mother." It was hard to keep up with the emotions that were playing over my son's face.
"Of course he was." Andrew shook his head. "Why am I not surprised? She treated him like crap, just like she treated everyone else in her life."
