“Can you pick Bella up from the airport?” he asked.
At the mention of his little sister, I crumbled. My vision blurred as I thought about one of the little girls I considered my own. The asshole knew I’d do anything for her. She was his baby sister, but I practically raised Bella. I’ve known her since she was little, but six years flies by, and little girls grow up. There was no way I wouldn’t meet her at the airport, especially when I knew she was most likely flying alone.
His family wasn’t the richest, but there was a time when they took me in. His dad has loved and treasured me, like only a father could. After I lost my dad, I never thought I’d get that again. When I got very sick, he took care of me, and I owed him my life. He felt more like family to me than my mother did. I hated t
