Chapter 33
Charity had given up, but they had not. They’d come back for her.
Charity sat in her father’s lap, arms wrapped around his neck in a near chokehold. His cheek, scratchy with days of unshaved stubble, warmed her skin. He whispered little bits of nothing into her ear, disconnected words and sounds of comfort.
It was the gunshots that brought her back to reality.
Shannon cried out, almost lost control.
“Get down, baby,” Gordon whispered in her ear and gently removed her arms from his neck. A second later she was sitting on the car floor, a familiar and comforting spot. Her father slid down and to the side, providing less of a target. She would have told him not to worry, she didn’t think Toni could shoot well, but words failed her. She only sat and watched him, trying n
