Metal scraped against Layne’s back as Nate slammed him into the car. There was no time to react. Nate was in his face.
“What the hell is wrong with you, boy? Aren’t we on the same side?”
“I’ve never been on your side.” He pushed the older man back, doing his best to temper his rage. “I wanted Dylan and Heaven to slow down. You,” he sneered, “you want to hurt her.”
“I want her to leave my son. It’s beginning to look like that won’t happen unless she ceases to exist.”
Nate had a warped mind, but the madness spewing from his mouth took on a whole new level. For the life of him, Layne couldn’t figure out why Nate hated Heaven so much. How could anyone hate a person with such a gentle heart?
“If you think getting rid of Heaven will help you regain your son, you’re delusional. She’s his lif
