Be My Brayshaw (Brayshaw High 4)

She smirks, tipping her head to the side, but then her eyes cut over my head, widening in the same second. “Oh fuck.”Chapter 23CaptainPanic floods my veins as the color drains from Victoria’s face in a single second. Slowly, she pushes to her feet, standing above me on the bench.

“Cap,” she warns in a deep, desperate tone.

I quickly swivel around, only to freeze.

My blood runs cold, my body numb, and I don’t remember standing, but suddenly I am, and not ten feet before me...

Mallory.

Her eyes lock on mine, brows furrowed as she glances from me to the girl behind me and back.

The worst fucking thing follows.

Zoey laughs, soft and innocent and way too close.

Mallory’s eyes fly between mine, and her face falls.

Slowly, she begins to look around, but my family snaps out of their shock, jumping to their feet to block her view.

Raven darts forward, but Maddoc grips her by the wrist, forcing her to his side.

“You have her?” Her whisper is almost silent.

I dart forward, rage boiling my blood.

Mallory’s eyes snap over my head to Victoria and hold.

I growl, getting in Mallory’s face. My body is shaking, dread building like acid in my gut, burning and eating away at everything inside me. “Leave. Now.”

She tries to see beyond me, but I jerk to the side. “Stop fucking looking. Royce.”

“On it.” His footsteps pound along the pavement in the same second as he goes to make sure Zoey is taken farther away.

Away from the girl who gave her away.

Who didn’t want her.

How could she not want her?

My jaw is so tight I can hardly crank it open enough to speak. “Get the fuck out of here before I flip out and scare every person in this fucking place.”

“Talk to me,” she pleads, her palms on her stomach, where our daughter grew.

My eyes are glued to the soft pink fabric there, the same color my daughter is wearing today, and I can hardly fucking breathe.

“Just for a minute, a few seconds even. Please.” Her hands lift, and I follow.

The wind chooses that moment to blow her hair forward, and it whips me across the face, a scent I know well and wish I could forget.

“We can... go the other way, away from...” Her eyes slant, moisture building within them.

“Your tears won’t work with me, Mallory, but if it gets you away, fine,” I force past clenched teeth. “Turn around and walk until I tell you to stop.”

Her smile is weak, and she quickly walks backward, her eyes snapping over my head and hardening a moment before she spins and walks away.

I stand there, heaving, un-fucking-sure and gut twisted.

I look to Maddoc, who shakes his head urging me not to go, to Raven who glares after Mallory, her hands in fists, but I don’t look at Victoria.

I can’t, and I don’t even want to think about why.

I follow Mallory out.

I don’t yell for her to stop until we’re halfway into the parking lot, but she’s quick to whip around, big crocodile tears streaming down her face.

“I said your tears won’t work, so turn them off.”

“I can’t. I just...” Her eyes move behind me.

I growl, getting as close as I can without touching a single speck on her. “Stop fucking looking!”

She nods, her blue eyes coming back to mine. “How long have you had her?”

My chest caves at the question.

I’m standing here in front of the mother of my daughter, who apparently didn’t even know Zoey was finally where she belonged.

I should be screaming in her face, telling her what a piece of shit she is, and how she gave away the most precious person in the world, but looking at her...

The creaminess of her skin, the slope of her eyes, the small peak of her nose and soft crimson cheeks... the golden curls framing her face, and the way she keeps lifting her left hand to move them away.

Mine flies out, gripping onto her wrist to keep it still, because I can’t take it.

It’s too fucking hard.

Too fucking much.

I’m standing in front of the one person in the world I should hate more than any other, deep in my soul and with every fiber of my being, but looking at her all I see... is my daughter.

Our daughter.

Half her and half me.

Fuck.

I swallow, my hold on her tightening, shaking. “You’ve got a lot a nerve approaching us like that.”

“This is the last place I thought I’d see you. I was just… shocked.”

“I don’t care, you should have run the other way when you did.”

“You won’t hurt me, Captain,” she whispers, her free hand coming up to wrap around mine. “You’re good, even when you don’t want to be.”

“Stop,” I rasp through the burn in my throat. “What do you want?”

She swallows, a small smile lifting the corner of her lips, and she dares shuffle closer. “Can I say hello?”