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pompous ass, but I wanted to be her world, as she was fast becoming mine.
    My dad called me into his study for a little conversation. I knew it had to do with my girl. Business my ass; I saw the way he looked at her all night.
    “Son, do you know who you brought into my house?” I had never gotten angry at my father, but right now I was very close to knocking his ass out with that snide and rude comment.
    “Son, that young woman was to be your uncle’s wife.” I looked at him like had fucking lost his mind. He had already poured me a drink and handed that shit to me; which I downed in one fucking gulp.
    “What the fuck? That is the biggest bullshit I ever heard. She’s just about to turn eighteen.” He sat down in the chair across from me. I just couldn’t wrap my head around that ridiculousness.
    “Last year I had gone to see your uncle when he was sick. I had seen the contract from the Lakes to him promising her to him in exchange for two-hundred thousand dollars. At first I thought he was buying a horse, but I saw her name on their and knew that wasn’t a horses name. I asked him about it and he told me what had happened. When he went to go meet her, she had run away. The thing is son, he hasn’t found her yet and he already gave them the money. He said that he had to wait until she was eighteen before he could claim Samantha, herself, or whack her parents” My father rubbed his head in agitation.
    “The fuck he is, she is mine. I will give him the two-hundred thousand back, but hell if he is getting her.”
    “Are you sure her parents didn’t scope you out and are using you for their next target. They would know that family is everything to John and that he wouldn’t come after you, personally.”
    “No dad. I forced her to come here with me, tonight. You are not going to tell him, right?”
    “Of course not, but I think you need to get her away from here. If he finds out he may just try and steal her from you before her birthday. I don’t know if he was more pissed about the money or the girl. She is a very lovely girl.”
    “Yes she is.” I rubbed my forehead.
    “Son, the thing is, I don’t think your uncle was the only one. I don’t know what she actually knows about it, but there could be big trouble ahead.” I now knew why Travis was here. When a FBI is living under a supposed name with a minor at the time, it had to be an undercover operation. I have to give him a call because I am taking her away and didn’t want them on my ass.

Chapter 6: Travis
    This of all days has been crazy as fuck. Little Samantha was doing well, coming out of her shell. I hated to let her talk to her mother, but I didn’t want to blow my cover, and we still didn’t have the evidence we needed to nail them. The only way to get the coconuts was to shake the tree. I don’t think Rhonda knew that she was taking her daughter to the salon of one of the O’Connell family members. There was nothing illegal going on with that part of the family, but it was still too close for comfort, especially for Rhonda.
    I had gone to pick her up and the cute little stylist made me want to get my hair cut too, and a lot more than that. I had sent her mother packing by mentioning that the O’Connell’s owned the place. She only came inside to see the end result and pay for the service. I wasn’t going to have her setting her daughter up. I knew Antonio and he wasn’t interested in buying a woman. He didn’t need to, but he was interested in beautiful women. So when he’d seen a picture of her he was happy to go out with her. They had just used that to their advantage. I don’t know what it was, but I felt like something was going to happen. I went to go and meet with my partners and give my parents a call. I had to lie to Sam and it was getting to me. She was a sweet girl and everyone seemed to be lying to her, I didn’t want to hurt her too.
    I was gone for an hour and had text Sam to see if she wanted me to bring anything
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