Chapter 224: Please just give me an excuse to restrain your ass… or let Emmet turn you into his catch of the day; your choice.

Esmee

 

I was not a person that was into physical combat. I did not get myself into situations when I wasn’t entirely sure I was not going to come out of it with all of my face and teeth in tact but I had become a nurse to the venerable. I had signed a contract that said I would do my best to serve, care for and protect the children that where placed into my care and that was what I was doing by placing my very short body in between Mi and her mother, who’s height looked like it could rival Emmet’s if she was put in a pair of killer high hills.

 “Ms Dorado,” I said trying to summons some real authority from within me while secretly wishing I was wearing my own pair of killer heals, “I of course do not mind you talking to your daughter but at the moment I am legally responsible for Mi and I will not allow you to hurt her. Now I understand that you are upset about the death of your oldest daughter but Mi is also devastated by the loss of her sister and I will not allow her to stand around and listen to some rubbish about her killing her when I was under the impression that it was crush injuries to her chest cause by her car that did the damage.”

 “And who the fucking hell do you think you are?” Ms Dorado snapped at me her eyes glaring into mine as her hands twitched nervously by her sides prepared by the brain to lash out at the first command. She could have had me on the floor in seconds. Bleeding, probably missing a few teeth and supporting a convincing black eye if I wasn’t careful and quick. Of course Emmet would then spend the rest of his life hunting her down like a prize dear and I may have got free plastic surgery for the crocked nose that only I saw in the mirror but that sounded all rather painful and beside, Emmet liked my nose.

 “If I want to talk to my fucking daughter I damn well will and there is damn sure nothing that you will do to stop me,” She spat, a cruel smile on her face, “and she did kill her sister, Arabella bended over backwards for that brat and still she was evil, cutting herself and sleeping around, I bet you she didn’t tell you she’s been knocked up before, filthy slut, and then she had the nerve to complain and cry and moan and whine when she lost the little bastard.”

 I had to fight a feral growl that fought its way to my lips trying to pull them back over my teeth, suddenly I wasn’t scared anymore; I was just waiting for an excuse because her standing in front of me was part of the reason that Mi had come to hate herself so fully.