Daddy’s Good Girl のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 207

 Third POV "Call Isaiah," Zella whispered, her voice barely audible through her split lips. "Please, Oliver. Just dial his number. That's all you have to do." Oliver's fingers trembled over the phone screen, tears dripping onto the glass. It had taken every strength he could muster to be able to steal the phone from his mother. He had taken it when she was distracted and beating up Zella.  "What if they…what if she catches me. Mom will be mad!” He sniffed. Oliver had discovered the past few weeks that his mother did crazy things when she was mad. He didn't want to be on the receiving end of her blows just like Zella had been barely an hour ago.  "Just do it." Zella tried to push herself up on her elbows but couldn't. "Please. Before they come back." He nodded, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, and started scrolling through the contacts

 Zella "Get up,"  Dad ordered, grabbing my arm and hauling me to my feet roughly. Pain exploded through my body. My legs barely held me up, and I would have collapsed if he hadn't been gripping me so tightly.  Why were we moving again? I was so exhausted, and I could hardly keep my eyes open anymore at this rate.  "Where are you taking me?" I gasped. "Somewhere your husband will never find you." He started dragging me toward a back exit I hadn't noticed before. "At least not before I'm done with him." We stepped out into the darkness. It was night already. The warehouse was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dense woods. Thomas had a flashlight that beamed through the trees as he pulled me forward. I stumbled, my twisted ankle screaming in protest. He didn't slow down. he just yanked m

 Third Person POV “That's where Zella is,” Thomas heard Isaiah say. His eyes widened as he realized Zella's location had been found. "You son of a-" Isaiah lunged for him. The massive man moved faster than Thomas expected, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. His fist connected with Thomas's jaw with a sickening crack, sending the smaller man stumbling backward. The gun flew from Thomas's hand, skittering across the dirt. "You locked her in a fucking bunker?!” Isaiah's voice was pure venom as he grabbed Thomas by the collar and slammed him against a tree. "How dare you? How fucking DARE you?! His fist came down again and again, bashing Thomas's face. Thomas tried to fight back, throwing wild punches but they did nothing to stop the hulk currently trying to kill him.  "She's pregnant!" Isaia

 Third Person POV The police station was chaotic. There were officers processing arrests, phones ringing, people shouting. In the middle of it all, Oliver sat on a hard plastic chair in the hallway, staring at nothing. "Kid, you can go home now," an officer told him an hour ago. "We got your statement. You're free to leave." Oliver hadn't moved.Where would he go? Home? What home? His mother's blood was still on his clothes. Hismidn constantly replayed his own father, choking her to death as he slammed her into the wall over and over.  No. Not his father. Thomas wasn't his father. Isaiah was. Except Isaiah wasn't really either, was he? There was no way Isaiah King would accept him as his son after all that had happened.  Oliver had no one. He was completely utterly alone. "Hey." A different officer crouched i