Saving Emma: The Devils Game. Book 8

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Drew

I stayed up all night.

Thinking.

While Emma slept in the back seat.

I think Eric's sincere... I just don't want Emma getting hurt. This man could be a father figure to her and that's what I want for her. Not if he's lying and actually had something to do with her death.

I checked the time and decided we needed to head back to town. I turned to Em in the back seat who was still wearing my jacket, the long sleeves up to her face and her wavy blonde hair displaced.

"Emma baby..." I said softly

I smiled and leant across, gently moving hair our of her face. "Emmy....' I stroked her face and she slowly murmured.

"Mmm... Hey..." Her eyes opened slowly.

"Hey..." I smiled...

"You look tired..." She tilted her head slightly as she sat up.

"I didn't sleep. I'm good though..." I smiled.

"Are you sure?" She raised a brow.

"Yeah, I'm good. Are you?"

"I suppose. Last night was a lot to handle. But I have you..." She held my hand.

"And I have you..."

I helped her climb over into the passenger seat and then I started the car back up.

"Let's go home." I smiled as I placed my hand on her thigh once more.

Flynn

Oceane and I walked across the field to Leas house. Not knowing what to expect but just being prepared.

Flashback: 2011

"So my darlings, where's Emma?" Elta asked.

"She's talking to a boy..." Oceane giggled. I couldn't help but smile...

Before realising... "What!?" Elta and I said in unison.

"I don't know who he is. I just know it's a boy. She's doing her little laugh she does around a cute guy..."

"Aw our little Emma is growing up." Elta said as she sat down with us.

"I don't know Elta... I think it's bad news." I shrugged.

"Oh I need a smaller plate..." Elta stood up and walked to the cabinet.

I smiled at Oceane and she smiled back.

"Hey..." I said quietly.

"Hi..." She said back, placing a curl behind her ear.

"Hey everyone." Emma walked in, tying her hair up.

"Hey, sweetie! So, who's the boy?" Elta asked.

"Mom!" Oceane laughed.

"What? I'm intrigued!" Elta said as she sat down.

"He's a friend." She stated with a smile.

"Are you sure?" I smirked.

"I'm going to tell Elta and Oceane." She beckoned them over.

Oceane

"So... Spill!" I said to Emma in the bathroom with mom.

"Well... It's Andrew Kingston... Flynn's friend..." She said.