Zander
I have never been so happy to see Brady. He looks beaten up, but he is alive. “How did you get away?” Martha asks, still pointing her gun at me. “You may be my blood, but the brother I chose taught me well. Now, drop your weapon, or I blow her brains out,” Brady says and Keira screams.
“Mommy, please help me. He's gone crazy,” Keira yells through her tears. “It's okay, my baby, he won't hurt you. We don't hurt our family,” Martha says, glaring at Brady. “Your mother is right, family first. Zander is my family, and I won't allow you to hurt him,” Brady says, taking the safety off his gun.
“Don't you dare hurt my daughter Bradley. Think about what you are throwing away. What will your father say?” “My name is Brady and my father doesn't love me; I am just someone he can use. I see
