body and kissed the top of her head. “The question is can you live with that decision? To not save him with your blood?”
“If you think I can’t, then you would be wrong,” Becky stated. “I very much could live with it.”
“Baby girl, you don’t even know this man,” Annie told her.
“I don’t need to know him,” Becky insisted. “He let my mother be murdered and did nothing about it. He let me be kidnapped right from her womb and he never looked for me for years. He allowed me to live with Randy Sheen until I was twelve then you and me were out there alone for a number of years more. He never found me when I was kidnapped and sold to Blacky, hell he didn’t come for me when he all but knew where I was. If it hadn’t been for you and these men, I would have died in that damn warehouse.” She marched angrily up to Annie. “Now because he needs my blood, he sent two men out after me. One wants to take me back to him and allow him to drain my body dry and the other one wants me dead. Am I really supposed to care whether that bastard lives or dies?”
Annie just stood there and let the tears run down her face.
Becky reached out and took her hand. “From the moment I came to your house, you were the one who took care of me. You were the one who gave me comfort in the middle of the night when their voices were too loud. You were the one who hugged me, kept me safe and kissed my booboos. The one who made sure I had food and clothes growing up. And you were the one who came after me when I was lost. You, not Levi Silvers. He may have donated the sperm but he was never my dad. And he never will be. To me, he will always be nothing more than a stranger I share blood with. You are my family, you and Patriot and these men.”
“Becky—”
“No Annie,” Becky cut her off. “I found my place here and I want to stay right here.” She turned her head and looked at Patriot. “I found love here and I want to stay right where I am.”
Annie looked over at Harry then back at Patriot. At that moment, she knew what she had to do. She had to give Becky her wish. She had to make sure Becky got her happy ever after. If anyone deserved one, she did. She only hoped she could do it.
She had but one hope left. She’d been keeping him a secret until now but now, she would make contact with the legend. She knew of him online, he’d asked her for some information, back when and she gave it to him. At the time, he’d been after someone that she knew was very bad. They called him Ghoster and no one really knew who he was but from what she knew, he was the best of the best. So if anyone could break through the secrecy of the SANG group, it would be him. He’d said at the time, that he would now owe her a favor.
Annie watched her sister for a moment and she noticed something that made the decision even easier... Even while wrapped in the arms of the man she’d come to love ... worry and fear remained in Becky’s eyes. She wasn’t sure anyone else took note of it but she did. Annie knew what she had to do. Becky had gone through too much already. The last anxiety attack had shown them all—that Becky couldn’t take another trauma.
Annie could give her at least some small form of peace by attempting to have this Ghoster payback that favor now.
She quickly compiled an email explaining everything and with one click, she got the ball started. If the email address was still good, she would hear back from him. Annie let out a huge breath as she gently closed the lid of her laptop and sat there wondering if she’d just made the biggest mistake in her life.
Chapter Thirteen
James settled in for the night and kept an eye on Damen. He was sheltered by a short brick wall across the street from where Damen was staying. Clearly, the man had an agenda and James felt pretty sure he knew what it was. He needed one more piece of evidence.
Then his phone pinged.