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‘Here, have some of this juice box,’ Lars said, handing Sammy a multi-colored juice box. ‘I brought it especially for you. I finished my one less than ten minutes into the journey here!’

Lars laughed and this helped to take some intensity out of the moment. Sammy even giggled a little bit too. Then, after taking a sip on his juice, Sammy began to explain what was in store for him that day.

‘First, I’m meant to meet at the recording studio,’ Sammy said. ‘Then I think I have a recording session in the park. Like an early morning thing. I’m meant to be wearing hotpants and offering free donuts to strangers. It sounds tacky and horrible. I really don’t want to do it…’

Even talking about it was making Sammy feel upset.

And this didn’t go unnoticed by Harrison.

‘Don’t worry, you’ll be doing no such thing,’ Harrison said, his voice brimming with determination and certainty. ‘This will all have been sorted by then. Okay, here’s what I suggest. We drive you directly to the park. You can message Tucker and say you’ll meet him there instead of the studio. Then, simply wait for me to make my move.’

‘What are you going to do, Daddy?’ Sammy said.

‘It’s better if you simply focus on yourself,’ Harrison replied, a firm tone in his voice. ‘I don’t want Tucker getting suspicious. It’s time that this utter creep gets his just desserts. The last thing we want is for him to get suspicious and then run away like the cowardly bully he is.’

With that, the Zane’s personal driver put the car into gear and the gang headed toward the park.

Sammy didn’t know how the situation would play out, but he did know that he had a Daddy who loved and cared for him. Harrison was determined to make everything right - and even if they weren’t able to beat Tucker, Sammy knew that at least he had a Daddy who cared for him.

Chapter 22

HARRISON

The park was quiet. Eerily so. It may have been the cold weather, the time of day, or just one of those things – but there weren’t many people around at all.

The trees looked beautiful in their autumnal coloring, and with the time-sensitive park lights still on from overnight, there was a dramatic feel to the place.

Harrison was hunkered down as inconspicuously as he could manage. Sitting on a park bench with his heavy-duty overcoat keeping him warm, Harrison’s back was to Sammy.

But that didn’t mean that Harrison couldn’t hear exactly what was being spoken just a few feet away from him…

‘Kid, I’ve been thinking,’ Tucker said, a cruelly controlling tone in his voice as he spoke. ‘If you really impress me. And I mean, really go the extra yard, then I might give you a raise of… say… ten bucks.’

The fucking asshole.

How dare he treat my boy like this.

But I have to wait… sit quiet until the perfect moment…

Harrison felt his anger building as Tucker continued to taunt and tease Sammy. It was a total abuse of power, one so severe that Harrison could barely believe it.

In that moment, Harrison felt such a strong empathetic connection to Sammy that he wanted nothing more than to stand up and crush Tucker with his bare hands.

But Harrison wasn’t just waiting for the right moment, he was waiting for a message from Lars and Zane to come through. Upon hearing about the way Tucker had taken control of Sammy’s finances, they had all decided that something else would need to be done.

A different approach would need to be taken, one that would give Tucker no option but to relinquish control and hand back all of the passwords and login details to what was rightfully Sammy’s hard-earned money.

The wait was an agonizing one for Harrison – and it must have been even worse for Sammy too…

‘You’re nothing special,’ Tucker said, his words making a listening Harrison’s skin crawl. ‘I could have any boy I wanted. If anything, you should be paying me! Ha! I really do crack myself up.’

Harrison’s fists began to squeeze tighter and tighter. He was close to losing it completely and beating Tucker to a pulp. But just before Harrison could do anything, he felt his phone vibrate. It was Lars…

LARS: Details secured. Email hacked. We’ve got proof of a ton of tax evasion, financial mismanagement, blackmail, and even evidence of selling illegal substances. We’ve got the butt-head where we need him! Lars

Harrison grinned. This was going to be a good moment, and he didn’t want to waste a single second more listening to Tucker wax lyrical about himself. This jerk was about to get his comeuppance…

‘You might want to shut the hell up,’ Harrison said as he rose from the park bench. ‘And I don’t mean maybe.’