not sure how those work. I probably do but I’ve never owned one.
I try to move from Venom’s touch when he puts the phone on the table, and it rings but he stops me from going anywhere.
“Isaac?” Emilia calls out his name as if she were surprised he’s calling her.
“You been calling me figured I’d call you back,” Venom says all too calmly.
“Oh Isaac, I’m sorry, I . . . I . . . need your help. Amaya, she took our son. I need you to help me find them,” Emilia says and starts sobbing. I want to scream at her so badly right now; however, Venom wraps an arm tight around my body.
“What do you mean our son?” he asks, acting surprised by this news.
“Don’t be silly, Isaac, you know our son, the little boy I had for you while you were away. When are you coming home? It’s been so long and he’s getting so big. Oh God. I can’t believe Amaya took him from me, from us,” Emilia says, sounding completely hysterical.
“Emilia, is that why you’ve been calling me every day?” How can he be so calm?
“Yes, Isaac, please help me,” she pleads.
“Where are you now?”
“I’m home where I’m supposed to be,” she says with a slight hitch in her voice. “Will you please help me find him?”
Oh my God. She’s seriously trying to play the victim.
“I’ll find him, send me a picture of him. But gotta ask why you haven’t reported it to the police?”
“Because it’s Amaya, you know how she is. She’s vindictive and I’m not about to have her harm him more than she already has. She tried to drown him, and she’s beaten him. I caught her trying to burn him with a cigarette.” I’m going to kill the bitch. That’s what the mark on his arm is from. How I could be so stupid to believe that it was just from him falling and scraping it on something.
Closing my eyes, I shake my head. Soy tan estúpida.
“Alright, I’ll see what I can do,” he sighs, giving my sides a squeeze.
“Thank you, Isaac,” she murmurs, and I’m ready to cry at the sound of her voice. This is what she’d do to get her way with Isaac years ago. I only hope now it doesn’t work.
“I’ll call you later,” Isaac says and hangs up without waiting for her to respond. I open my eyes to glance around the room at all the people looking at me as they’re waiting for me to do something or say something.
“My head hurts from that woman’s wailing and the deceit pouring through the phone,” Raven mutters, breaking the silence that’s descended upon the room and I can’t help but wonder what she means.
“You’ll be okay, Little Bird,” Blaze states, pulling her into his chest.
“Amaya, you okay?” Isaac asks, pulling my attention back to him.
I meet his gaze and I shake my head. Right now, if I were to try and speak, I would probably scream. Or cry. Either one wouldn’t be good at the moment.
“You will be,” he murmurs and shocks me by pressing a kiss to my temple.
“You believe me?” I ask in astonishment.
“Why wouldn’t I believe you, Sweetness?” Isaac’s brow raises up in question as he narrows his eyes at me.
“Because it’s Emilia we’re talking about. The mother of your son and the woman you used to be with,” I utter the words, yet soon as they slip past my lips, I feel like vomiting.
“I want you to get one thing straight in that beautiful head of yours, Amaya. You are my woman and I’ll fuckin’ believe you over the bullshit she just spewed for more reasons than one. Not only did you drive your ass all the way up here in the hooptie of a car with my kid. You tried to tell me years ago about him and I ignored it. And if that weren’t enough to prove you’re right then the footage you showed my brothers and me would do it,” he snaps.
“But we’re talking about Emilia,” I whisper in protest.
“Yeah, and the fuckin’ bitch is gonna get what’s coming to her. She shouldn’t have fucked with the men in my unit. Emilia thinks she’s clever but, in all reality, the woman is dumber than a stack of bricks and is going to find herself either dead or behind bars. Whichever comes first.” Um. Oh okay.
“I’m calling church now. We need to figure this shit out and we need to do it