All Chapters of Your dad is mine: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

RONALD“He’s someone from my past.” I stated plainly. “From deep into my past.”Mason stared at me from across his couch, his cautious gaze scanning my face for something before he blew out a low breath.He leaned into the couch, “You have a long list of enemies. Ronald. That doesn’t really narrow it down.”My jaw tightened until it ached.When I said nothing, Mason continued, his eyes narrowing. “The entire police department is looking for you. Last thing you need is to end up in jail for bogus charges.”A knowing look flashed across his face. “Be careful. Your little lady doesn’t need to be planning for a funeral anytime soon.”A sharp pain pierced through my chest before I could even think. My spine straightened but I kept my face blank.Mason's eyes squinted, suspicion swirling in them before he forced the thought away.“The detective is convinced I’m responsible for that bombing.” I said, cutting through the silence.Mason rolled his eyes, “Wonder where he got that idea from.”“T

CATHERINE The creak of my front door was the only sound that cut through the quiet air. For a moment I just stood there, soaked from the rain, my mind still spinning from the realization that I had nearly gotten myself kidnapped by one of T’s men.Then the hallway lights flickered on and Marcus burst into the living room like a storm. His eyes landed on me, then widened.My heart skipped a beat.His eyes narrowed on me, worry and rage taking turns. They narrowed on me, like he was trying to convince himself that I was really the one. Then, his shoulders fell as he exhaled a sigh of relief.But he caught himself, remembering he was supposed to be mad at me and straightened, crossing his arms over his chest.“Where the hell were you?” His voice echoed in the quiet room.A deep frown creased his face as he took a step forward.“Actually scratch that,” he muttered. “What were you thinking when you ran away from the cops with a wanted man?”I forced a slow breath through my nose, exhaust

CATHERINEThe chatter in the precinct was dulled by the steady rush of blood in my ears. My grip on the disposable cup tightened when an officer brushed past me, disappearing down the hall. I was anxious. My pulse wouldn’t stop raging. I downed the water in a single gulp, tossing the plastic aside. Marcus and Detective Solomon were still inside his office, going over everything. Or at least trying to. Marcus had asked where the hell I’d gotten that load of information about Zavier. Ronald sure as hell didn’t tell me. I wasn’t going to let Marcus worry over mundane details. All we needed to do was focus on bringing this nightmare to an end.The buzz of my phone in my right pocket vibrated throughout my body, snapping me out of my spiral.I picked immediately.“Cath,” Stacey breathed.My throat tightened.“How was it?” She continued, worry coating her words. “Marcus told me you had to see Ellie for a while. Is she okay?”The lie tasted bitter even before I spoke . “Yeah.” I said, for

CATHERINE The bustle inside the cafe seemed louder than usual. My pulse hammered inside my chest, the sun prickled at my skin, making sweat bead around my temples.I gnawed on my bottom lip as impatience threatened to swallow me whole.Then the doors swung open.The ding of the bell echoed throughout the small empty space. My head snapped up, my breath stuttered.My grandmother walked through the doors, head held high like she owned the place. Her pearls danced around in the sun as she scanned the area and the moment her eyes landed on me, a small frown formed on her face.Irritation flared up but I forced it down, forcing a smile.When she got to my table, she lowered herself into the seat opposite me. My eyes still wandered, behind her, looking for-“She’s in the car,” my grandmother said before I could ask. “You’ll see her. But we need to talk.”I clenched my jaw, forcing my gaze to her. “About what?”Her brow arched. “The information you requested from me. Zavier.”My head instin

CATHERINEThe streetlights flickered rhythmically, ghosting across T’s face, making him look more menacing.His dead blue eyes stared deep into my soul like he could read my thoughts. He couldn’t. He was convinced I was desperate for answers, for a way to make sense of this all.Well, he was wrong.I closed the gap between us, leaning in until I could smell the smoke that clung to him like a second skin. My grip on the pen tightened inside my pocket.He spoke before I could. “Before you start interrogating me,” he said lazily, his gaze flicking between my eyes, “I’ll let you in on a little secret.”His lips hovered over the shell of my ear and it took everything in me not to shudder away from his hot breath. T’s voice dropped impossibly low, almost in a singsong tone. “I’m a mere foot soldier.”I jerked back before I could even think, my pulse picking up. “What?”He straightened slowly, watching me unravel with something close to amusement.“You’re lying.” I said, forcing the words