Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“I’m guessing they’re looking for her?” Dillon asks.
“Yeah. Fuck.” I take a breath, trying to get my shit together and think. “She’s been running for two years. We met in Colorado last year. I intended to bring her back here with me, but she disappeared on me while I was sleeping.”
“They found her?” Cash asks.
“Yeah, they found her.” I grit my teeth. “She ran to keep them from finding out she was with me.”
“She’s been with them since?” Dillon asks.
“She escaped five months ago,” I mutter. “Faked going into labor and then ran as soon as they took her to the hospital. Says she gave birth in New Mexico.”
“Is she willing to talk to me?” Dillon asks.
I hesitate for a long moment. “She’s afraid you’ll take her to jail,” I finally admit. “She did some shit…shit she had to do to survive.”
“What kind of shit?”
“Grand theft auto type of shit,” I admit.
“Fuck.”
“I’ve got the car she took. It can be returned. I’m also willing to pay for it and anything else she stole to survive. But she isn’t going to jail.” I meet Dillon’s gaze, mine firm. “We’ll leave the country before I let that shit happen.”
“Jesus Christ. I need to retire,” he sighs. “I’m too old for you assholes to keep falling in love.”
“You’re the same goddamn age I am,” Cash says, laughing quietly.
Dillon scowls at him. “Maybe in civilian years. I live in cop years, motherfucker.”
“Cop years?” Cash laughs at him. “Now, you’re just making shit up.”
“Yeah? You try dealing with this town day in and day out. It’s always some bullshit. I’m getting too fucking old and it’s because of you fuckers falling in love,” Dillon grumbles. He doesn’t sound mad, though. More exasperated and bemused.
“Sucks to be you.”
Dillon glowers at Cash, who doesn’t look the least bit sympathetic, before turning back to me. “Don’t pack your bags yet, Keegan. Your sister will burn this town to the ground if you flee the country. Let me see what I can do to keep her out of jail.”
“Fine, but you need to work it out. She isn’t going to jail for saving her own life and keeping my daughter from being kidnapped.”
“I’ll do everything I can,” he promises.
“In the meantime, what are we going to do about the Sons of Loki?” Cash asks.
It’s a damn good question. One, I’m not entirely sure how to answer.
“If she’ll talk to me, she may have the intel we’ve needed for years,” Dillon says. “Getting anyone to flip has been an uphill battle. They either refuse to talk or…”
“Or what?” I growl.
“Or they disappear,” he says, his voice soft. “The Sons of Loki don’t leave witnesses who can speak out, Keegan.”
“Jesus Christ.” I grasp the wall as a wave of dizziness rips through me, stealing my breath. Cash grabs my arm, as if to help keep me upright. But it doesn’t do a goddamn thing to calm the fear racing through me.
“We’ll protect her, brother,” he murmurs. “Whatever you need, you’ve got. They won’t get her or your baby girl.”
“We have to protect them,” I rasp, staring at him and Dillon with wild eyes. “I can’t fucking lose her again.”
Dillon jerks his chin in a nod. “We’ll keep her safe, Keegan.”
We have to keep her safe. I can’t raise Lily without her. I fucking can’t.
Chapter Seven
Landry
I follow Tate through the clubhouse with Lily cradled in my arms and my heart in my throat. I'm so nervous I feel a little like I might pass out. But Keegan trusts this man…and I trust Keegan. How can I not when he’s been the only person in my life to treat me like I matter?
That has to mean something, right? So does the fact that he spent the last year looking for me. Even without knowing about our daughter, he looked for me.
I still want to cry over that. But I can do that later…when I’m alone.
This clubhouse is nothing like the Sons of Loki's headquarters. Their compound is a maze of warehouses and cabins behind razor wire and electric fences. This is a mansion, full of expensive furniture, family mementos, and gorgeous paintings. It feels…safe.
"In here, sweetheart," Tate murmurs, holding open a door for me.
I hesitate for a moment, peeking inside. The room looks like a medical office, complete with an exam table and equipment cabinet.
My brows furrow, confusion swirling through me. "You work from here?"
He chuckles at the question, shaking his dark head. "I have an office downtown, and another at the hospital in Houston. But we added this room after Samara and I brought our baby girl home." A shadow passes through his eyes. "Scout was born with a congenital heart defect. We wanted to be prepared in case…"
He doesn't finish that sentence, and I don't ask him to do it. The pained look on his face says it all. They wanted to be prepared in case her heart stopped while she was here.