59. Sophia

I should tell him to fuck off. This is my life and he has no right to interfere. How did he even know where to find me? Did he install a tracker on my phone? When did he get back? Rita wouldn't tell me where he was. Only that he visited once in a while to make sure everything was running smoothly in the pack. But before I can utter another word, he wraps an arm around my waist, bringing my back to his front then we're out the door. He doesn't give me time to protest. I make a last-ditch effort to shake him off even though deep down, I'm happy he came for me. He didn't forget about me.

"With the speed I'm using, if I drop you, you'll crack your head open. So think carefully before you try to move"

"If someone heard you, they'd think you actually cared" I murmur to myself knowing he'll hear anyway. What right does he have to demand anything from me when he's been gone for more than two years? Does he know what I went through at that time? He looks good. I can tell the clothes and shoes