Chapter 2 - Protecting Lily From The Terror
The polished white marble of the grand mansion foyer felt ice-cold against John’s knees as he shielded his trembling daughter.
Lily’s blonde hair was tangled, and her yellow T-shirt was damp with hot tears she had shed while screaming in terror.
John pulled her closer into the protective circle of his black suit jacket, his heart hammering against his ribs.
“You’re safe now, sweetie. Daddy is right here, and nobody is ever going to hurt you again,” John whispered fiercely.
Lily clutched the collar of his white shirt with her small, shaking hands, burying her face against his chest.
“She pulled my hair, Daddy. She said I was ruining her evening party,” Lily sobbed quietly into his shoulder.
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A fresh wave of white-hot fury surged through John’s veins, eclipsing every ounce of restraint he possessed.
He lifted his gaze from his daughter to stare across the sprawling white-and-gold entryway of their Connecticut estate.
