Chapter 18: Andrew

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As I made my way back to the dinner table, Mr. Davis and Mr. Foster were standing at the entrance of the patio waiting for me.

"Evening gentleman." I greeted, licking at the tips of my fingers.

Davis and Foster grimaced.

"I see old habits die hard." Davis commented.

"Well, unfortunately my parents weren't around to break it."

I bore my stare into Davis'. It always took every moral fiber in my body not to kill him like he killed my parents. He thought Felicia and I didn't suspect him, but he was guilty as the sun was hot. 

The only comfort we got, was believing that one day he'd get what was coming to him.

"I'd like to have a word with you." He said.

"About what?" I asked in a most uninterested tone.

"It concerns my property."

"I don't cross into your property unless invited to do so."

"I'm talking about the little bitch you bought at the auction." he snapped.

"Are you referring to Elisa?"

He raised a brow, seemingly surprised that I'd used her first name. Oops.

"Let's step into my study." I suggested, taking in a deep breath. This was going to be a long, long conversation.

We crossed the living room into a long hallway then entered my study. They took a seat on the two comfortable chairs in front of my desk. "What would you like to discuss?" I asked.

"Listen here boy—"

"Now Jeb, that's no way to get what you want." Foster cut in.

I blinked at their exchange and leaned back in my chair. "She is my property." Davis said, glancing at Foster for an approving nod.

"I bought her at the auction block. She didn't belong to you anymore." I reminded him.

"I want her back."


"Because I spent the money already!"

"Slaves cannot be traded; they must be bought on the auction block." I said.

"I'll just take her." Davis retorted in a childlike manner.

"I will remind you that theft of another man's slave, his property, is punishable by hanging."

"Is that a threat?" he asked, raising him tone.

"It's a fact. If you steal her I will take you to court, and you will lose."

Davis glared at me with all his might, but I only met it with a dull expression. "Is there anything else you'd like to discuss?" I asked.

"She belongs to me."

Pure rage was beginning to cross his eyes.

"Once she ran away, she was property of the state."

"I branded her ass, she's my cattle."

"What value does she have to you?" I asked.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"She works well with my sister. Good help is hard to find."

Foster rolled his eyes. "That girl is only going to run away, and I'm the best damn slave catcher in the state. She'll be back on the Davis plantation soon enough." He tooted.

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