Chapter 8 - Fred Ashford

Fred POV

I decide to follow Tatum to the kitchen. Any opportunity to be alone with her I will take. The girl is stunning, and I don’t think she knows how beautiful she is. Her phone is ringing off the hook, and she is just staring at it as soon as she reaches the kitchen.

“Are you going to take that?” I ask and she jumps, not expecting me behind her. Her phone falls to the floor, and she curses under her breath before she picks it up and brings it to her ear.

“Thatcher,” she says, and I stare directly into her eyes. I can see so many emotions flashing in them. She is terrified and anxious. She moves her eyes when he shouts and I can hear him loud and clear.

“What the fuck is going on, Tatum? Why are you entering that rapist’s car with my daughter?” I guess he is right. No woman in her right mind would allow their kids to be near a rapist. The thing is, I didn’t do it, and she knows it. I am no threat to anyone, but then again, the guy doesn’t know. But I guess if I was in his shoes I