Page 99 of Devil in Disguise


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Melissa snarled, “It’sDr.Jefferson.”

“Not the time, Melissa,” I whispered, then asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I want my daughter back.”

“Your daughter?”

“Yes, my daughter. The little girl you stole from her mother. I want her back and you are going to help me get her.”

“I don’t have your daughter, Detective.”

“But you know where she is,” he stated as he pointed the gun at the both of us.

“She is with a nice family. She is happy. She doesn’t need to be disrupted.”

“She’s mine!” he shouted.

“Then where the hell were you?” she yelled back at him, and I groaned.

Of course, she wouldn’t give a damn that a man was holding a gun on her. She just had to speak her mind. Woman needed to learn how to read a fucking room, or in this case the open range. She was going to get me killed faster than that cunt Jane would. The woman had no filter. I firmly fucking believed that because what she said next confirmed it.

“Where were you when she was hungry and crying? Where were you when she was being touched by men her mother paraded through their home? You waited until she was beaten, bruised, and broken before you stepped up. You don’t deserve her! I would never help you get her back!”

“YOU FUCKING CUNT!”

“MELISSA!” I shouted, tackling the mouthy woman to the ground. The fucker fired.

I felt the sting and groaned as I rolled to the side and she yelled loudly, “DANNY!”

I groaned, holding my arm. “Fuck, that hurts.”

“Danny, are you ok?” Dante asked, his voice filled with raw fear.

“Yea, it’s just a scratch,” I said as I held my arm, blood seeping between my fingers. “Where’s Dani? Is she ok?”

“Dani’s fine. She’s in the house,” Dante quickly said as I watched Melissa get to her feet and she walked toward the detective who was lying on the ground.

“Melissa, what the fuck are you doing?” Dante asked as I looked at the woman.

“He might still be alive,” she said.

“Get your ass back here,” I yelled as Dante jumped to his feet to stop the lunatic.

“We need to get the gun. It’s too close to his hand. I don’t know what happened, but if he wakes up—”

“He’s not waking up,” I said, getting to my own feet, walking over to the prone body.

“How?” she asked, looking around. “Did his gun backfire?”

“No, he shot Danny,” Dante said. “You can’t release two bullets at once in two different directions.”

“He shot you?” She grabbed my arm, and I winced.

“It’s just a scratch. The bullet grazed my arm. It didn’t go into it.”

“What the fuck did you do?” she yelled, her eyes blazing with fury.

I know she wasn’t yelling at me. Not after what I just did!