by H Elliston
She looked at me with utter shock etched on her face. “Y-you... you’re sure it’s him?”
My lips quivered with rage and disgust. “Positive.”
“Bloody hell.” Brad dumped his beer and twisted Harry’s arms behind his back. “Dave, grab his legs.”
“You’ll regret this,” Harry hissed, trying to squirm free.
While Dave and Brad wrestled with Harry, I closed my eyes and let relief wash over me. Yes. It was over. We could now walk this earth without fear of reprisal for wrecking his scheme. I should have realised that Harry was a nickname for Henry earlier.
“Mum,” Sarah cried.
My eyes flew open.
She bounded over and leaped at me.
I spun her away from the fight and locked my arms around her, shuddering at the feeling of Harry’s icy dark eyes penetrating me.
Footsteps bounced and thudded down the stairs and then Brian stormed into the kitchen, dripping wet, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. “Christa... what the... I saw the photo.” He hurried over, cocooned us in his wet and warm arms and gave me a visual check-up. “Out!” he shouted to Dave and Brad. “Get that piece of scum out of this house.”
Sarah clung to us and cried with her head pressed between us.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Brian said, stroking Sarah’s hair. “We’ve got you.”
Brad and Dave dragged Harry out of the kitchen and bundled him down the hall.
Thank God. Finally, we’d be able to sleep easy again.
Brian rubbed circles on my back. “You okay?”
“I am now.”
He leaned over and put a tender kiss, sweeter than a candied cherry, onto my lips. “I love you.”
“Me too.” I gazed into his glossy, protective eyes, and a smile magicked onto my face. “Sarah,” I said.
“Yes, mum.”
“I’d like to introduce you to your dad.”
Nicola squealed.
THE END
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