Chapter Thirty-Nine-Ama

                                    

                                          
My hands shook feverishly on the steering wheel during the drive to Analeigh's neighbourhood. There was not a single ounce of regret in me for ignoring Gershon when he told me to stay off the internet. Flashes of a twelve-year-old Emma drinking beer with my daughter and Anna coming to her immediate defence haunted my mind. I should have done more than blackmail her for giving underage teens alcohol during those deranged parties of hers.
Now, things had gone way overboard. For the fifth time today, I watched the video clips of my daughter grinding against a provocatively dressed woman. In the video, Emma dances on Murphy's lap as though they are actually having sex right there amid his friends. I blew out a breath, trying to calm myself down. I felt my blood rushing wild. I wasn't an idiot. I knew Murphy was a shady man. A womanizer. I was only blinded by my daughter's infatuation with him. He made her laugh so much and that's why I wanted her to have that chance. But letting a minor get drunk amid all those escorts, as well as grown men and women? That was surely deranged. 
But Emma definitely talked her into attending this party. I should have been more careful. I should have seen this coming. Parking in the same spot I used to spy on Analeigh, I sent another text to Shaheed, asking if he believed Emma's behaviour had gotten more erratic. We both agreed that she had become more unstable. Unhinged. He'd been frightened nights ago when Emma told him Araba had written down murderous fantasies about him and was planning to try one out. Even though it made sense to me that she would do that, I didn't believe a word Emma said. She was only scaring him. 
A video message popped up from an unknown number. It didn't say anything else but the words "Just Watch" under the video. In normal circumstances like these, anyone would be a little creeped out. Anyone would wonder how this stranger suddenly got their number. It could be another scammer offering a job or asking for some ID. But I clicked without hesitation. I almost dropped the phone watching the first two minutes of this HD-quality clip. 
In the swimming pool, Emma was kissing my daughter. They were both half-naked and drunk, as usual. 
"I'm telling ya, Blond Ambition! I am going to remember this night for the rest of my life! Woohoo!" A man uttered and I knew it was Murphy behind the camera, recording this event for sure.
The little blond bitch had done it this time! Lord only knew what that little Jesabelle and her predatory man whore did to my Araba afterwards. Gritting my teeth, I got out of the car and stomped my feet towards Analeigh's house. My deep sympathy for their loss of the beloved Ezra had left my mind, soul and body. It was time to make the Woodburns pay.