"So, you were just always a piece of sh.it then," I stated, making Daniel smirk.
"Put the gun down, Blythe," he said. "You might have had the guts to kill Mason, but not me. At the end of the day, I'm still your father. And you are just like your mother. Gullible and easy. Hell, we might even go back to get her just for the fun of it. I wanted to take her anyway, but someone needed to be waiting in the get-away car. But if we go back for her... you two can-"
Daniel was cut off by the loud ring from the gun after I pulled the trigger again. His eyes went wide as he clutched his stomach. He looked down at the red spot on his shirt that was quickly growing. He put his hand over it as he looked at me again, this time in shock.
"Don't you dare threaten my mother," I spat at him. "You're the
