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Scrunching my nose, I lower the phone to his index finger and press the tip against the home button. The screen immediately lights up. I do a small fist pump. Shit. I don’t know Bash’s phone number by heart. I start to dial 911, and then I pause. I bet Kieran’s number is in my father’s contacts. When I find my brother’s name, I press call.
“Where is she?” Kieran shouts the second he answers.
“Kieran!” I cry out.
“Baby. Oh, fuck, baby. Where are you?” Bash asks.
I look around and sigh, a smile tugging at my lips. I sway slightly, a sense of calm washing over me. It doesn’t matter that he’s not right here. His voice is all I need to know I’m safe. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Chloe, baby, where are you?” he shouts.
A giggle escapes. “I don’t know, Daddy. In the woods somewhere. I think. Where are you? Can you come get me?”
He huffs out a breath. “Jesus, fuck, baby. I’m coming. I think we’re close to you. Your tracker shows you’re a mile away. Who took you? Did you get away? Stay hidden, baby. We’ll find you.”
“Drive faster,” Kieran demands in the background.
Unable to hold my own weight, I lean against the Porsche. I stare at my lifeless father, his blood soaking into the ground, and laugh again. Then, I run my hand down the side of the pristine white paint. My lips twitch, and I do it again, finding immense pleasure in using his blood to dirty up his stupid car. “I’m on the side of the road. I killed him. I killed my bastard of a father. With my lipstick knife.”
It’s silent for a second before Bash speaks. “That’s my fucking girl.”
The sound of a roaring engine approaches, and before the SUV comes to a complete stop behind my father’s car, Bash jumps out. I take off running to him. As soon as his arms close around me, I collapse, knowing I’m truly safe now.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Fuck. You’re bloody. Shit, where are you hurt?” he asks, his voice cracking.
“Get a medic out here,” Kieran shouts as he runs toward us.
“It’s not my blood. I’m not hurt. I don’t think.” I try to step back to show them, but Bash won’t let me go. Instead, he bends down, places an arm under my knees, and scoops me up.
“I killed him. I’m not a victim,” I whisper, trembling before my body goes limp in his arms and my eyes slide shut.
“You’re not a victim, baby. You’re my fucking world. My Little girl. My everything. My queen.”
His words float in my mind as I drift off to sleep knowing he’ll take it from here.
26
BASH
She looks so fragile in my arms. I could have lost her. If Cage hadn’t put trackers in her lipsticks, we wouldn’t have found her so quickly. Not that finding her helped. She’d already handled it.
My lips twitch as I stare down at her. Part of me hates that she was the one to kill Ronald. I was looking forward to torturing the fucker. But from the condition he was in, he got what he deserved. The rest of me is so fucking proud. I want to be her hero for the rest of her life, but today, she was her own hero.
She’s going to need therapy after everything soaks in. Even though she knows what a horrible prick her father was, she killed him, and that will stick with her forever. Whatever she needs, I’ll be right by her side the entire time. My girl will never have to face anything alone. She’ll also never leave my sight without an army of bodyguards ever again.
“It would be easier for me to examine her if you’d lay her on the bed.”
I glare at our doctor, Finn, who we keep on the payroll for times like this. “She’s staying right here in my arms.”
He glances at Declan, who shrugs. “Sorry, Doc. You won’t win this one. My brother is a stubborn bastard.”
Finn grumbles under his breath as he prepares an IV. “The fluids will help flush any remaining drugs out of her system.”
“Why won’t she wake up? Can you do something to wake her up?” I ask as I stare at her delicate face.
“It could be a mix of an adrenaline crash and whatever he drugged her with. Her oxygen is good, and her heart rate is stable. She’ll wake up when she’s ready,” he says when he lifts his stethoscope from her chest.
I hate that she’s still bloody. I’m not going to let her wake up with that asshole’s DNA splattered all over her. “Someone get me some warm wet cloths.”
