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fled and instinct took
over. She recognized Jenna Winston, dressed as a nurse, about to inject
something into Tiara’s IV, and leaped from her recliner, the chair slamming
against the wall.
“Noooooo!”
she roared with all the fury of a lioness protecting her cub, startling the
cool, calculating redhead into dropping the syringe. She turned to flee, but
Marilyn was too fast for her, tackling the younger woman to the floor as Tiara
woke up from a dead sleep and screamed in terror at the scene unfolding in
front of her.
Lights
flipped on and medical and security personnel flooded the room. By the time
that they reached Jenna, however, Marilyn already had her on the ground, face
mashed into the floor, arms behind her back. The petite mother had swiftly and
thoroughly subdued her daughter’s would-be killer, despite being at a size and
age disadvantage.
It
took a couple of security guards to gently disengage the furious mother from
the deranged woman beneath her, tears of rage flowing down her cheeks as she
fought hard to keep from damaging her prisoner. She was too overcome with anger
to do anything but shake, when at last they allowed her to her feet.
“Mom?”
Tiara’s tearful voice reached her ears, snapping her out of her enraged state.
Marilyn went immediately to her daughter’s side, wiping her tears and trying to
calm the pounding of her heart.
“Sweetie,
are you okay?” she asked, stroking the golden strands of Tiara’s hair from her
face.
The
young woman nodded, taking deep breaths to calm herself.
“I
didn’t know you had that in you,” she teased shakily.
“That
makes two of us,” Marilyn laughed, still trembling, then glanced down and saw
the syringe.
“Hey,”
she grabbed a security guard. “She was trying to inject that into my daughter’s
IV,” the once again irate mother stared venomously at the well-restrained
redhead, who merely smirked back at her. A nurse with gloved hands reached into
the front pocket of Jenna’s scrubs smock, and pulled out the vial that she had
used to fill the syringe, showing it to one of the security guards. Another
guard produced plastic evidence bags and carefully collected both the syringe
and the vial.
“Can
I please just go home now?” came Tiara’s plaintive voice from the hospital bed.
“Yes,
honey,” Marilyn answered, defying anyone to disagree with her. “I’m taking you
home.”
Chapter 19
“Oh
my, you are a sight for sore eyes,” Marilyn smiled, when Cort walked into SubLime
Sweets , wearing a sling, but otherwise looking like the picture of health.
“Likewise,”
he grinned shyly, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry about not being able
to get you in for a visit, but the guys on the force were a little bit hardline
after the assassination attempt,” he shrugged.
“I
completely understand. I’m just glad that you and Tiara are safe and that
little psycho is behind bars where she belongs.”
“I
feel bad for her father – he’s pretty shaken up over the whole thing, but yeah,
I’m with you on that,” he nodded. “How’s Tiara?”
“I’m
awesome!” the young woman herself dashed into the front of the shop from the
kitchen. “Mom, look at this!” she waved an official-looking envelope in front
of Marilyn’s face.
“Okay,
okay,” I’ll look, her mother laughed. “Why don’t you cut us all a big fat piece
of pie while I read whatever it is,” she directed, waving a hand toward the
display case.
“I’m
too jazzed to eat anything, but I’ll fix some for you guys,” Tiara replied,
practically bouncing with excitement, as Marilyn and Cort sat down at a gaily
painted bistro table.
The
young woman set the slices of pie down in front of them, and watched for her
mother’s reaction. Marilyn looked up from the letter and blinked at her.
“This
is a job offer,” she said, dazed.
Tiara
nodded joyfully.
“In
California…” her mother said softly.
“It’s
a great opportunity, Mom,” her daughter
over. She recognized Jenna Winston, dressed as a nurse, about to inject
something into Tiara’s IV, and leaped from her recliner, the chair slamming
against the wall.
“Noooooo!”
she roared with all the fury of a lioness protecting her cub, startling the
cool, calculating redhead into dropping the syringe. She turned to flee, but
Marilyn was too fast for her, tackling the younger woman to the floor as Tiara
woke up from a dead sleep and screamed in terror at the scene unfolding in
front of her.
Lights
flipped on and medical and security personnel flooded the room. By the time
that they reached Jenna, however, Marilyn already had her on the ground, face
mashed into the floor, arms behind her back. The petite mother had swiftly and
thoroughly subdued her daughter’s would-be killer, despite being at a size and
age disadvantage.
It
took a couple of security guards to gently disengage the furious mother from
the deranged woman beneath her, tears of rage flowing down her cheeks as she
fought hard to keep from damaging her prisoner. She was too overcome with anger
to do anything but shake, when at last they allowed her to her feet.
“Mom?”
Tiara’s tearful voice reached her ears, snapping her out of her enraged state.
Marilyn went immediately to her daughter’s side, wiping her tears and trying to
calm the pounding of her heart.
“Sweetie,
are you okay?” she asked, stroking the golden strands of Tiara’s hair from her
face.
The
young woman nodded, taking deep breaths to calm herself.
“I
didn’t know you had that in you,” she teased shakily.
“That
makes two of us,” Marilyn laughed, still trembling, then glanced down and saw
the syringe.
“Hey,”
she grabbed a security guard. “She was trying to inject that into my daughter’s
IV,” the once again irate mother stared venomously at the well-restrained
redhead, who merely smirked back at her. A nurse with gloved hands reached into
the front pocket of Jenna’s scrubs smock, and pulled out the vial that she had
used to fill the syringe, showing it to one of the security guards. Another
guard produced plastic evidence bags and carefully collected both the syringe
and the vial.
“Can
I please just go home now?” came Tiara’s plaintive voice from the hospital bed.
“Yes,
honey,” Marilyn answered, defying anyone to disagree with her. “I’m taking you
home.”
Chapter 19
“Oh
my, you are a sight for sore eyes,” Marilyn smiled, when Cort walked into SubLime
Sweets , wearing a sling, but otherwise looking like the picture of health.
“Likewise,”
he grinned shyly, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry about not being able
to get you in for a visit, but the guys on the force were a little bit hardline
after the assassination attempt,” he shrugged.
“I
completely understand. I’m just glad that you and Tiara are safe and that
little psycho is behind bars where she belongs.”
“I
feel bad for her father – he’s pretty shaken up over the whole thing, but yeah,
I’m with you on that,” he nodded. “How’s Tiara?”
“I’m
awesome!” the young woman herself dashed into the front of the shop from the
kitchen. “Mom, look at this!” she waved an official-looking envelope in front
of Marilyn’s face.
“Okay,
okay,” I’ll look, her mother laughed. “Why don’t you cut us all a big fat piece
of pie while I read whatever it is,” she directed, waving a hand toward the
display case.
“I’m
too jazzed to eat anything, but I’ll fix some for you guys,” Tiara replied,
practically bouncing with excitement, as Marilyn and Cort sat down at a gaily
painted bistro table.
The
young woman set the slices of pie down in front of them, and watched for her
mother’s reaction. Marilyn looked up from the letter and blinked at her.
“This
is a job offer,” she said, dazed.
Tiara
nodded joyfully.
“In
California…” her mother said softly.
“It’s
a great opportunity, Mom,” her daughter
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