Custom Built (Fast & Fury #1) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,72

cry and scream, but it’s not going to help me right now. I need to think and stay calm. I have no idea where they are taking us, or why they targeted us. I don’t care what I have to do to make sure it happens, but I’m going to find a way to survive this.

Or at least make sure my daughter does.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The car comes to a stop and I’m told I can remove the sack. When I do, I see that we are parked in a garage now. It’s a small space, just enough to fit in two cars, and that’s about it. I wonder who lives here.

“Take her and come inside,” the woman says. She’s obviously running the show, and is the mastermind behind this whole plan. She’s going on her emotions, which makes me think this is personal. “And if you try to run, we will shoot you down.”

I don’t know what kind of monster would harm an innocent baby, but I know people like that are out there. I don’t get what a young woman and man would benefit from it.

Revenge.

It must be.

The garage door is closed, so there’s nowhere for me to run anyway. I could try to open it, but I wouldn’t make it out in time. With my baby in my arms, I don’t want to do anything reckless, but I might have to if it increases my chances of getting out of here alive.

“Can you tell me what you want?” I ask as I get out of the car, Quinn held against my chest. With one of them in front of me and one behind me, we walk inside the house, which seems to be well kept, tidy and normal, from what I can see. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.

Nothing makes sense.

“We will,” the woman replies, gesturing for me to sit down on the couch. I do so, cradling my daughter. There is anger and hate in her eyes, and it’s all directed at me.

“Do you have something against the Knights?” I ask, trying to figure out why she hates me so much.

Is that why I’m here? Or did my uncle do something and they found out that tie?

Why am I here?

“No, I don’t. I have something against you,” the woman says, snarling. “You have no idea, do you? You ruined my life. Because of you, my mother killed herself, because she couldn’t live with the guilt over your father’s death. And you sit there all happy, enjoying your life with your family. If I don’t have my family, why should you have yours? My dad is in prison because of you. You’ve fucked up my entire world, and now you’re going to pay for it.”

Mother?

“Anne?” I guess.

It must be. Jean spoke of her college-age daughter, which fits the woman in front of me. In an alternate universe, Anne could have been my stepsister. Yet here she is, trying to hurt me and my family.

But I’m not going to stand for it.

I’ve been through too much and fought so hard to be where I am right now, and there is no way in hell I’m going to give that up.

“So you know who I am.” She smirks, starting to pace up and down. “She was all that I had, you know. Her and Jasper. He wasn’t a perfect dad, but he was there for me. And now because of you, she is gone forever, and my dad is rotting behind bars.”

“Your mom made her own decision. It had nothing to do with me,” I say, brows drawing together. “And Jasper is a criminal who killed my father. Behind bars is where he’s meant to be.”

She starts yelling at me. “This is all your fault! And you can’t just get away with this! If I have to suffer, then so should you.”

Her eyes are wide, and her fists are clenched. She basically has steam coming out of her ears. I don’t know how she has justified blaming this all on me when it was her parents’ own decisions that led them to where they are now. I guess everyone needs someone else to blame, but this is taking it to a whole new level. She’s going to be following Jasper’s footsteps and heading straight to prison.

The man who I assume is her boyfriend tries to calm her down. I’m hoping he has more sense than her, but she’s obviously gotten him to go along with this whole thing, so maybe