Page 84 of Loyal
Farrah keeps her mouth shut and looks down at the ground.
“Farrah…” he growls.
I clear my throat, making him look my way. “We actually went to the clubhouse for family day. She got to hang out with some of the brothers’ kids.”
Billy shakes his head slowly and chuckles darkly. “Care to repeat that, wife? I think I misheard you. There’s no way you let our daughter go hang out with a bunch of miscreants.”
“Don’t call them that!” Farrah snaps.
“Ex-wife,” I start, needing to reinforce that. “I was with her. She was perfectly safe and had a good time. She made friends. That’s what matters, right? Farrah’s happiness…”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Are you insane?” he hisses, stepping closer to us.
Farrah steps back, but I hold my ground.
“The only person whose sanity should be questioned is yours,” I say without thinking.
“I gave you everything! I gave up my entire life for the two of you, and this is how you repay me? Playing house with some child and taking our daughter around hardened criminals? I swear to God, Samantha…”
“Dad, stop! It’s not like you said it was. They were all really nice. I liked them. They were better than your work people. If you gave them a chance…” Farrah pleads.
“I’m not giving those people…” He spews “people” as if it’s a dirty word. “A chance, and I’m sure as hell not going to have them around my daughter!” he shouts.
“Billy, stop. People are watching.” I nod toward Mr. Wilson’s house, where he’s sitting on his porch.
“I don’t give a shit about an old man. I’d take him. Now tell me, where is your boy toy? Is he in our house? I’d like to give him a piece of my mind. It was bad enough that he was touching you, but now that he’s influencing our daughter? I won’t fucking have it, Samantha!” he roars.
He reaches out and grabs Farrah’s arm, shaking her. “Come on, let’s go!”
“Dad, let go of me!” she cries out, trying to pull away.
“Billy, knock it off!” I shout.
I hear a door slam shut in the distance but I don’t take my eyes off the angry man in front of me.
“Hey, step away from them!” Loyal shouts, making my heart drop.
Goddammit. Just when I think things couldn’t get any worse…
Music is blaring through the speakers as I wrap plumbers’ tape around the pipe before attaching a new showerhead.
I hope I picked the right one.
I scoff at the thought.
Never in a million years did I think I would be installing a different showerhead just to make my girl happy, but here I am.
Dropping the tape, I grab the showerhead and put it on. Once it’s secure and straight, I drop my arms.
Sick, now all I need to do is turn the water on and make sure there are no leaks.
My phone makes the sound I have set for Sami’s house, telling me that someone’s on her property. Frowning, I step out of the shower and grab a rag off the counter. Cleaning my hands, I head to the window that overlooks the front yard.
Farrah and Sami step off the porch and wait on the sidewalk as they wait for Billy to park.
I hate that guy.
I wish I could be down there with them. Just to try and protect them from his inevitable wrath, but I know it would only make it worse, and that’s the last thing either of them needs.
