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Chapter Nine
Jacob's POV
After two years I had managed to find the outlaws town, called Canyon City. James West a habitual offender whom with his brother Laurent spent more time in a jail cell then they did in the saloon where they caused trouble, had told me he had a cousin whom lived out there. But even he didn't know where it was, it had taken longer than I would have liked to track down this cousin, finally I'd gotten word for Victoria, James's wife, where to find them. Samuel Uley, the new sheriff, was against my plan to rescue the woman I loved. Which I didn't get, after all was he happily married? I'd don't know how things were run back in Texas, but around here we fight for what's ours. Sam was the reason it had been just me and Royce King the Third that had gone to Canyon City, though he only agreed because of the whore he'd lost to the Cullen Gang.
That's what had gotten me here trying to hush a screaming child. I rocked her as she cried but her screams only got louder, she wouldn't shut up. I didn't even know her name, to top it off she looked like the bastard, but she had Isabella's eyes. I sat in the house that had once belonged to Charlie Swan, it had been a long ride back with a screaming child, though she had slept most of the way.
We'd followed them to the small ranch house and waited for them to pass out. We snuck in and I was angered to find my girl wrapped in that bastard's arms, her head resting on his chest. In the corner of the room was a crib, I walked over to it, there sleeping peacefully was a child, her child, their child. I eased the baby up careful not to wake her and lifted her into my arms. Royce had been pissed to see the baby in my arms but he was even more pissed to find his whore underneath the brute who'd taken her. It took a lot of convincing to get him to leave the slut in the outlaw's bed. I couldn't have him making a scene, I had their child in my arms and if they woke up they'd know we were there and that I was taking her.
"Daddy! Daddy!" she cried for the bastard, I was angry that she kept screaming for him.
"Please, kid, stop crying!" I yelled at her.
I was alone with this kid; Royce had gone back to his saloon wanting nothing to do with the child. She cried and there was nothing I could do the make her shut up. I didn't have a clue how deal with her and I couldn't take her back even if I wanted to, which I didn't she was mine not his, mine. I wouldn't let him take her from me like he'd taken Isabella. I knew that when Isabella woke up to find that her child was gone, she'd know it was me who'd taken the baby and she'd come to me.
When Isabella got here, I knew she'd stay. There was no way she was happy with that murderer. I bet he forced her to marry him and forced himself on her too. I would get her back then kill them all and Isabella and I would be a family. As much as I hated to, I would raise his bastard daughter if it made Isabella happy. What did one child matter when we'd have children of our own anyway. I sat down on the couch and tried to rock her again but she was making that impossible with her squirming.
I really hoped Isabella got here soon, I didn't know how much more I could take of the bastard's screaming brat.