Macy turned off stove when she heard a loud familiar voice shouting in her living room. Immediately, she hurried out of the kitchen and into the living room, aware that her son was at the mercy of whoever that was.
Crap, she should have gone to get the door herself. She would never forgive herself if Will ended being injured.
Macy stopped short at the sight that she was met with. In her tiny living room stood that insufferable b***h, Annette, as well as four burly looking men. Will was being hauled up to his feet by one of them.
“Will!” Macy said firmly. “Come here, baby. Now.”
Not needing to be told twice, her son ran swiftly to her. He burrowed himself against her side, shivering a little. “It’s that bad woman from before, mommy. S-she has your phone.”
Crap. Macy cursed inwardly a
