Chapter Fifty One

First door on the right…

That sentence was enough to turn her body rigid and put her on more high alert. She was walking in uncharted waters here as much as she had confidence in her abilities to ruin that bastard that called himself her father, something at the back of her head kept telling her to turn back...It wasn't fear, she knew it wasn't that was why she ignored the voice, it was too small and too insignificant to overshadow the price she had to pay to be this man's daughter.

Even if he ended up apologizing sincerely like Dylan's mother did, she would shoot him right where he stood and enjoy as he bleeds to death in his own house.

Step after step and her heart pounded harder but that didn't stop her, nor did the alarming number of stairs or bundles of nerves discouraged her from moving forward.

Once she was at the end, she breathed in and out slowly. An attempt to slow down her heartbeat.