บททั้งหมดของ Love & Fate Series: The Thrown Away Girl: บทที่ 241 - บทที่ 250

"Do you tend to go ahead first into trouble?" I ask, curiously. He told me some of the things his friends did, but was he a part of it? Does he tend to get hurt? I'm not sure what would happen if he got hurt. I think I'd be just as devastated as his father."Not normally. Like I said earlier, a few buddies of mine who loved getting into trouble in school. I would join them sometimes, but I never saw the point. And it really depended on what they were up to. If they wanted to go hydroplaning, sure. But if they were going to hang out at the bar chasing girls, I normally didn't go," he responds with a chuckle."Well, it's good to know you had a good head on your shoulders," I smile. "However, I've also seen you storm in when Zach is getting rough. Do you do that often?"Brody blushes. "No, that's a new development. I've only done that for you. Normally Beckett and I are a lot more cautious, but there is just something about thinking knowing you were in danger that made me snap," he swall

Brody's POVWe left the park hours ago. I had to hide my raging hard-on when we pulled up to Mandy's house. It still hadn't calmed down by the time we got there. I wanted to finish what we started in the park, but that was not going to happen. At least not out in the open... Maybe once Lucy is asleep we can finally get what we've been craving without any interruptions.We explained what we had planned, and to my surprise, she was delighted. "What a wonderful idea! You really need a break, sweetheart, and you Brody... I knew you would be good for my girls," she smiles at me.I don't know why, but having her approval makes me feel really good. I look at Becca, and she is blushing. Did she talk to her mother about me? And just how much has she said?"Lulu, do you want to go on a trip with Mommy and Brody?" Becca said in a high pitched voice, picking up her baby. She is looking better, but her cheeks are still flushed and her nose doesn't seem to have an off switch. Poor little girl.Lucy

Brody's POVI grab my phone and call Beckett. I need his help, and he's good with rounding up the troops. I can't catch him on my own, and he has to be caught!It's not that I have it out for Zachary Davis (which I do), but he shouldn't even be here! Where the hell is his parole officer? It's not going to matter anymore. He's going to be locked away for a very long time!"Yeah?" Comes a curt voice on the other end of the line. Charlie knows I'm supposed to be with Becca tonight and if I'm calling him it isn't for a friendly chat. He would know something is wrong."Zach just blew up my car outside Queen Ann Hotel. He violated his parole again. I don't understand how the hell he found us, or where the hell his new parole officer is, but he is going down this time. He is headed south on 405," I ramble entering the elevator.I'm not in my uniform, but I don't really care right now. I'm gonna get the bastard and put him away to keep Becca and Lucy safe. He can't keep doing this! This needs

Zach's POVMy head is killing me. Actually, my entire body is killing me. Why am I in so much pain? I can't seem to feel my legs or my arms. Do I have arms? I don't even know if I have any body parts. Maybe this is hell. It wouldn't surprise me. I'll probably end up there anyway.Why can't I open my eyes? I want to know where I am. But they seem to be sealed shut for some reason. The only thing I know is darkness.Where am I? I'm sure I'm laying on something... It's lumpy and uncomfortable. Whatever is covering me is crisp and not soft at all. Am I in a casket? Am I buried alive?! I'm starting to panic now.I can hear an annoying beeping that needs to shut the hell up. What is that? Maybe I really am in hell. Nothing can be more annoying as that beeping is right now! It's hurting my head. I feel like I'm suffering the worst hangover in history. I just want all the noise to stop.The last thing I remember... I don't remember anything. What the hell happened? I can't even seem to rememb

"In a coma?" That doesn't make any sense! Why the hell have I been in a coma? Is that why I can't seem to remember what went down and how I ended up in this hell? He needs to give me more than that. I deserve to know what happened."What do you remember?" The cop asks, sighing. He finally puts the folder back down and puts both feet on the floor, giving me his full attention.I think for a moment. I shake my head. "The only thing I remember is that you were trying to steal my wife away from me!" I snarl."Hmm... Okay, well for the record, you don't have a wife. Becca divorced you over 6 months ago, and she left you about a year before that, so your statement is irrelevant," he gives me a look like I'm an idiot."She still belongs to me!" I state. This guy is really getting on my nerves. How can he not understand what I've been telling him? Does he think because she left me I would just let her go? No! I won't!That just seems to make him laugh. It's not even fake! He seems to be reall