All Chapters of All Yours, Daddies: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

SARAH  “You know what I want,”  she replies. I wonder where she found the audacity to look annoyed. “It’s the same thing I’ve been asking you for.” I’m so tired of this conversation. “And my answer still stands.” Her fist slams against the bathroom counter, and I barely flinch. I’m getting good at this, at not reacting to people who think they can intimidate me, and I know just who to thank for that.  “The HawkThorne brothers are behind this.” Her voice is rising as desperation eats her tone, crossing the lines on her fa

RONAN In the morning, I call our publicist. Sarah was damn right when she stated we had to figure out how to break the news of our relationship to the world. The sooner the better, I believe.  The publicist arrives at exactly eleven in the morning. Silas Chen. Best in the business, known to handle the craziest of celebrity scandals, political disasters, and corporate nightmares. If anyone can navigate this mess, it’s him. Hence, why we hired him in the first place.  He sits across from us in my home office. Malachi is on my right, and Jaxon on my left. Silas makes himself comfortable and sets his tablet on the desk between us. “Gentlem

SARAH  The call ends. I sit down at my desk and try to breathe. In, out. In, out. My phone buzzes again. A text from an unknown number: “You should be ashamed. Those babies deserve better than a mother like you.” Another buzz: “Kill yourself. Do the world a favor.” And another: “We know where you live. Better watch your back.” I turn my phone off. 

SARAH When the brothers arrive at eight AM the next morning, they pull into my driveway with a truck behind them.  I’m still in my pajamas since I skipped work today,  holding a steaming hot cup of coffee when I hear the rumbling outside.  I make my way to the kitchen window and peek through the blinds, only to see a massive security company vehicle marked with their logo parked in my driveway.  Amusement and shock rip through me all at once.  I rush to the door and open the door before they can knock.  Ronan, Malachi, and Jaxon are standing there with at least s

SARAH I launch myself at him. Not away. Not down. Straight at him. I have one shot and one shot only to overpower him. I CANNOT MISS.  The move catches him completely off guard. He’s expecting me to cower, to beg, to try to run. Not this. I slam into his chest with all my weight, and we go tumbling backward down the stairs. The flashlight goes flying. So does the gun. I hear them clatter somewhere in the darkness below. We hit the landing hard. Pain explodes through my