Free Midnight Shadows by Ella Grace Page B

snarled.
    “You get that gun out of my face, missy. I gotta right to see that baby.”
    Savannah stood at the edge of the porch, blocking Ralph Henson’s entry, her rage filled eyes making it clear that the old geezer would have to come through her first.  
    Sabrina stood beside her sister. “Take one step closer, Henson, and I’ll straighten that part in your scraggly hair.”
    Without taking her eyes off the man in front of them, Savannah said, “Thank you, Bri. I just came down for a little fresh air and this idiot shows up.”
    “No problem, Savvy. Why don’t you go call Zach while Henson and I have a few words.”
    “Okay, but if you have to shoot him, hit him in a non-vital area. Zach would be disappointed that he didn’t get to do that himself.” She threw Henson a glare over her shoulder as she walked away.  
    Her hand steady as a rock, Sabrina gave him some advice. “I suggest you get out of here before Zach shows up. Trespassing on private property is a crime.”
    “There’s no court in this land that’d keep me from seeing my own—”
    “Don’t you say it,” Sabrina warned. “Don’t you dare say it. Get out of here before I show you how good I am with this gun.”
    The sound of a vehicle coming toward the house caught Sabrina’s ear. Holding her gun steady on the arrogant asshole that was Ralph Henson, she caught sight of Ian’s steel gray Wrangler. Reinforcements.
    Ian jumped out of his Jeep and headed toward the front porch, his weapon already in his hand. The sight of Sabrina holding her gun on a man was a surprise, but Ian trusted her enough to know that whatever the reason, it was a good one.  
    “Might want to leave now,” Sabrina said. “Ian’s an even better shot than I am.”
    “Why thank you, darling.” Ian directed a dark look at the older man standing so defiantly before them. He was a stranger to Ian, but that didn’t matter. Anyone who threatened Sabrina or any of the Wildes was his enemy, too. “I suggest you take the lady’s advice and leave.”
    “Dammit, I got rights, too.”
    “Rights? Why you lowlife, sleazy, scum sucking—”
    A siren blared, cutting into Sabrina’s litany of insults. Zach’s police car zoomed down the drive and skidded to a stop. The police chief jumped out and sprinted to the porch. “What the hell are you doing here, Henson?”
    “I’ve come to see my granddaughter.”
    “She’s not your granddaughter, old man. Now, you’ve got five seconds to get the hell off my property or I’ll be hauling your ass to jail.”
    “A man’s got a right to see his kin.”
    The stone expression on Zach’s face should have deterred the most persistent of men. “You have no claim on my daughter.”
    Showing that Henson wasn’t the smartest of men, he stood his ground and growled, “She’s mine, too.”  
    Zach took a long stride and stood toe to toe with Henson. His voice was low and lethal, leaving no doubt of his intent. “Get the hell out of here before you’re carried away in a body bag.”
    “Zach…don’t,” Savannah said.
    Zach’s eyes remained on Henson. “Go back in the house, Savannah. I’ll be in as soon as this asshole is gone.”
    “I’m not going anywhere, Zach Tanner,” Savannah said. “We agreed to face every adversity together. Remember?”
    Tearing his gaze away from the old man, Zach shared a look with his wife that said more than words ever could—love, anger, pain, sorrow, and acceptance. He then turned back to Henson and spoke softly again, “Leave. Now.”
    Apparently the man saw something in the police chief’s expression that told him this was his last chance before things got ugly. His thin lips twisted bitterly, he backed away with a curt nod. “Fine. But don’t think this is over.”
    No one spoke as Henson strode swiftly to his truck and then peeled out of the drive like a teenager.
    Ian kept his eyes on the truck until it disappeared from sight. When he turned, Zach was holding Savannah in his