What exactly have you been doing since then?”
She didn’t have an answer right off hand, so she took a few seconds to think about it. “Well, he told me that if I returned, that I wouldn’t like it. I felt my life was in danger, so I stayed away.” She finally answered.
“What did he say that made you feel threatened?”
“Objection.” Mr. Douche yelled.
“Sustained. Mr. Masterson, please stay on topic.”
I was confused as to why that wasn’t on topic, but with the way that the judge kept glaring at me and Todd, I wasn’t sure there was a reason. She was just that bad of a bitch. The woman was going to cost me custody of my daughter. I knew it.
Twenty minutes later, my fears were confirmed. At least partially.
“Ms. Stevens, I am granting you supervised visitation, with a chance of partial custody after five months if the third party supervisor confirms that you are worthy. Dismissed.” The woman snapped, then clanged the gavel.
My stomach was at my feet. Janie didn’t know her mother at all. That wouldn’t stop her though. At six, she was very intelligent. I’d told her about her mother, about why she wasn’t with her any longer. Janie knew, on some level, that her mother wasn’t there because her mother didn’t want her. Therefore, Janie seeing her, even in a supervised setting, didn’t sit well with me.
Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do about it just yet. Only figure out what Anna’s ulterior motive was before she hurt my little girl.
***
The sigh that slipped out of Lillian’s mouth surprised me. She was normally careful to be completely partial, but I had a feeling that Anna’s false claims were wearing on her patience.
“The anonymous tip that was obtained says that you are bringing unconscious women that you’ve drugged home and then copulating with them. Where then you make them walk home.” She finally said.
“Ummm, okay. I guess I’ll see you soon. Mrs. Lillian.” I said tightly, hanging up at her proper Goodbye.
What. The. Fuck.
I haven’t had a woman in my house in five fucking years. That didn’t mean I’d been celibate since then, but I sure haven’t fucked any of them in front of my daughter.
Then what she’d said hit me, and I wanted to fucking kill someone.
An unconscious woman could very well be Shiloh. Although unconscious, I hadn’t fucked her. I most certainly would’ve remembered that. The woman had been the star of my jerk off fantasies for seven and a half months now.
And if they had seen Shiloh being carried in by me last night, then that meant that they had eyes on me. “Motherfucker.” I growled.
Yanking the phone out of my pocket and all but spit my words out to Sam on the other line. “Find him.”
***
Shiloh
“Hello, Ms. Mackenzie,” The woman who’d be doing my interview, Lillian, said before gesturing to a seat. “Please, have a seat. I’m sorry I was delayed. I had to make a quick phone call to someone about a case.”
“That’s okay, Mrs. McBride, I understand.” I said once I was situated in my seat.
She sighed loudly, and I was startled. Lillian looked like a woman that would die before sighing, so I assumed the case was a bad one.
“Once you’re hired on, I would love to go over this case with you. I’ve heard such good things about you. Captain Brady didn’t have anything but nice things to say. He said you’ve helped a lot of children in your short time as a social worker.” She explained.
Captain Brady was like a second father to me. He knew my dad, and was always there when I needed something. He’d also helped me sign on with the Galveston PD when I was nothing more than eighteen newbie. I’d been a police dispatcher while I went to school for my Social Services degree.
“Yeah, Captain Brady is a great man.” I agreed.
I had to force myself not to say hell of a great man. I’m not sure how that worked with a job interview. After working at the police department around a bunch of men, as
She didn’t have an answer right off hand, so she took a few seconds to think about it. “Well, he told me that if I returned, that I wouldn’t like it. I felt my life was in danger, so I stayed away.” She finally answered.
“What did he say that made you feel threatened?”
“Objection.” Mr. Douche yelled.
“Sustained. Mr. Masterson, please stay on topic.”
I was confused as to why that wasn’t on topic, but with the way that the judge kept glaring at me and Todd, I wasn’t sure there was a reason. She was just that bad of a bitch. The woman was going to cost me custody of my daughter. I knew it.
Twenty minutes later, my fears were confirmed. At least partially.
“Ms. Stevens, I am granting you supervised visitation, with a chance of partial custody after five months if the third party supervisor confirms that you are worthy. Dismissed.” The woman snapped, then clanged the gavel.
My stomach was at my feet. Janie didn’t know her mother at all. That wouldn’t stop her though. At six, she was very intelligent. I’d told her about her mother, about why she wasn’t with her any longer. Janie knew, on some level, that her mother wasn’t there because her mother didn’t want her. Therefore, Janie seeing her, even in a supervised setting, didn’t sit well with me.
Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do about it just yet. Only figure out what Anna’s ulterior motive was before she hurt my little girl.
***
The sigh that slipped out of Lillian’s mouth surprised me. She was normally careful to be completely partial, but I had a feeling that Anna’s false claims were wearing on her patience.
“The anonymous tip that was obtained says that you are bringing unconscious women that you’ve drugged home and then copulating with them. Where then you make them walk home.” She finally said.
“Ummm, okay. I guess I’ll see you soon. Mrs. Lillian.” I said tightly, hanging up at her proper Goodbye.
What. The. Fuck.
I haven’t had a woman in my house in five fucking years. That didn’t mean I’d been celibate since then, but I sure haven’t fucked any of them in front of my daughter.
Then what she’d said hit me, and I wanted to fucking kill someone.
An unconscious woman could very well be Shiloh. Although unconscious, I hadn’t fucked her. I most certainly would’ve remembered that. The woman had been the star of my jerk off fantasies for seven and a half months now.
And if they had seen Shiloh being carried in by me last night, then that meant that they had eyes on me. “Motherfucker.” I growled.
Yanking the phone out of my pocket and all but spit my words out to Sam on the other line. “Find him.”
***
Shiloh
“Hello, Ms. Mackenzie,” The woman who’d be doing my interview, Lillian, said before gesturing to a seat. “Please, have a seat. I’m sorry I was delayed. I had to make a quick phone call to someone about a case.”
“That’s okay, Mrs. McBride, I understand.” I said once I was situated in my seat.
She sighed loudly, and I was startled. Lillian looked like a woman that would die before sighing, so I assumed the case was a bad one.
“Once you’re hired on, I would love to go over this case with you. I’ve heard such good things about you. Captain Brady didn’t have anything but nice things to say. He said you’ve helped a lot of children in your short time as a social worker.” She explained.
Captain Brady was like a second father to me. He knew my dad, and was always there when I needed something. He’d also helped me sign on with the Galveston PD when I was nothing more than eighteen newbie. I’d been a police dispatcher while I went to school for my Social Services degree.
“Yeah, Captain Brady is a great man.” I agreed.
I had to force myself not to say hell of a great man. I’m not sure how that worked with a job interview. After working at the police department around a bunch of men, as
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