Page 29 of Havoc's Fox
Ten minutes later Addie came out of her house wearing a long, gauzy blue and ivory patterned skirt, with a long-sleeve, tunic-length blue Henley belted loosely at the hips. Her just-past-her-shoulders hair was brushed and pulled back off her face in a barrette clipped in the back, and she had on a pair of leather clogs.
Emmalyn stood facing Christian’s home, her feet planted shoulder width apart, her phone pressed to her ear, her body tense, standing straight as a board. “Stop calling me!” she shouted into the phone.
“Oh, lovely, you’re going to crave the days when all I did was call you,” a sinister sounding voice whispered to Emmalyn harshly.
“Don’t call me lovely, and if you call this number again, I’ll track you down and cut your balls off and feed them to you one at a time,” Emmalyn threatened. “I will hunt you down like a rabid animal and put you down without a second thought.”
“I can hear the fear in your voice. Poor lost little girl, are you intimidated?” he asked poutily. “You should be.”
“You’ll regret you ever thought you could intimidate me. I don’t get intimidated. And I am certainly not lost.”
“No, you’re not lost. We both know exactly where you are — just outside your cousin’s home. Perhaps you should let him know to visit with you while he can before you’re no longer so readily available.”
“Where are you?” Emmalyn shouted, spinning in a circle, her eyes taking in everything around her because the threat on the phone obviously had eyes on her.
Addie stood silently waiting for Emmalyn to finish her phone call.
The moment Emmalyn’s gaze landed on Addie, she stopped looking frantically around, took a couple of deep breaths before raising the phone to her ear again. “Stop calling me. I will find you. And I will make you sorry.”
“Make the most of your last Christmas. Take care, lovely, until we can be alone together.”
“Fuck you!” Emmalyn shouted.
“Oh, lovely, that’s just the beginning I’m looking forward to.”
“I will remove your dick!” Emmalyn growled into the phone, but was answered by silence — he’d already hung up.
Slowly Emmalyn’s gaze raised from the phone she now stared at to focus on Addie.
“You alright?” Addie asked.
“I’m fine.”
“That didn’t sound fine,” Addie said.
“It’s fine. Hazard’s of the job. It’s a private call, and we’re not going to mention it again, deal?”
“Not my business, not my problem,” Addie said, holding her hands up to show she was not involved.
“Exactly,” Emmalyn said. Then her demeanor changed as she noticed Addie’s outfit. She smiled brightly, the carefree person she’d been when she sent Addie in to get changed. “Wow, you clean up nice.”
“Thanks. Is this okay?”
“Yep. Come on. I already got the liquor.”
Addie hurried over to Emmalyn’s car and just before she got in the passenger side she looked up and waved at her sister who was standing in the doorway of their home and looking toward them.
Emmalyn waved at her, too, as Addie got in the car and closed the door. Emmalyn put the car in gear, but stopped it as she thought about the lecture on respect she’d gotten from her father earlier that morning. She rolled down her window. “Hey! I’m Emmalyn, Brandt is my cousin, our dads are brothers. We live across the highway. If you’re looking for Addie, just head over that way and listen for the house that is overflowing with people and noise. Matter of fact, you can come, too, if you want.”
“I think we’ll just have a quiet Christmas day,” Abby called out.
“Okay. Suit yourself, but that’s where we’ll be.”
“We don’t want to be an imposition.”
“Not possible. We’re all part of the same clan, here…” she paused not knowing the woman’s name. Emmalyn looked at Addie, “what’s your sister’s name?”
“Abby.”