However, Hannah wasn’t ready to let them off the hook so easily and jeered, “Concern? I doubt that’s what you’re after. Stop making Wallace Compton as an excuse to threaten me. If you’re so concerned, why not have him search my place himself?”
“Hannah Moore! How can you address Dad by his name?” Joselyn seized the chance to criticize Hannah, scolding her, “Show some respect.”
Hannah shot back, unfazed, “It’s none of your fucking business. Who do you think you are to call me out?”
Joselyn was fuming, eyes burning with anger. “Hannah Moore, I’ve been civil with you, but there’s a Limit.”
“We’re searching your house, no ifs or buts,” Faustina declared.
“It’s a direct order from our boss. We have to follow it.”
She raised her hand, signaling the men behind her to head to the second floor.
Maloney, suddenly on his feet, drew his gun and fired into the air.
Bang!
The gunshot brought the ascending men to a halt.
Maloney then aimed the gun at Joselyn. “Step any closer, and I’ll shoot again. Wanna test me?”
Joselyn stared at him in disbelief, visibly shaken. She hadn’t expected this turn of events from the usually gentlemanly Maloney, all for Hannah.
Faustina, standing next to Joselyn, wore a stunned expression. “Mr. Pierce, w-what are you doing?”
“Hannah’s under my protection. She is my woman, That’s how it is, Maloney stated, moving his gun in Faustina’s direction. “Go ahead, search the house. But get the green light from my gun first.”
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Even Faustina, annoyed and taken aback, hadn’t anticipated Maloney being this fiercely protective of Hannah. It was a curveball none of them saw coming.
Faustina muttered to Joselyn, “We can’t stir up more trouble today. Mr. Pierce is on edge. Best not to provoke him.”
Joselyn was indeed reluctant to leave like this.
She bowed her head, silently cursing Hannah for escaping their scrutiny.
As they reached a standoff, Faustina’s eyes caught sight of three breakfast portions on the table.
A spark lit up in her eyes. “Fine. We might skip the house search, Miss Moore, but care to explain why there are three plates on the table when it’s just the two of you?”
Earlier, Hannah had struggled to get Bryson to leave and forgot to clear his plate.
Hannah kept calm on the surface, but her inner thoughts were in shambles.
She shot Maloney a quick glance, opting to stay silent.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the second floor, setting Hannah’s heart racing.