“Let’s go,” I said from my spot in the SUV. We’d just pulled onto the road, when my spotter, Tate, called me. “We’re on our way,” I answered.
“Boss, something’s happened.”
“What?”
“I was watching the property but I saw something. Jennifer Everton.”
That fucking bitch. “I want her too.”
“No, Boss, she was running away from the house…she had the twins.”
I swore my heart stopped. “What,” I gasped.
“I intercepted her. I have them.” There was a crackle and then, “Daddy!” Olivia and Owen’s voices were like music.
“Babies! Oh my God, are you okay?”
“Daddy! Penn, you have to save him…he’s hurt bad. He said not to watch but I saw, I can’t see his eyes anymore. They’re gonna kill him, Daddy.” Olivia was hysterical.
“I’m on my way, Livy. You and Owen stay with Tate.”
“Boss.”
“Is Jennifer with you?”
“You better fucking believe it.”
“Don’t let her out of your sight. Keep my kids safe; I’ll be there in five.”
“You got it.”
“What’s going on?” Ronnie asked from the front seat.
“Tate has the twins…Penn’s in serious trouble. Step on it.”
No one spoke as we whizzed through the streets, ignoring lights and pretty much any law that got in the way of me getting to my Penn.
I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against the seat in front of me. “Don’t you die, on me, baby,” I whispered.
Our SUVs parked behind Tate’s and I got out. No sooner had the doors opened did I have arms full of Olivia and Owen. Their cries broke my heart. I was fucking up their lives. Would they ever forgive me?
“I got you.” I kissed their heads, breathed in their scent, and thanked whoever was listening. But I knew who’d made this happen. Once again, Penn had saved my children. Now I had to save him.
I turned to Jennifer, who was shaking from her seat in the SUV. “Where is he?”
“Basement,” she answered quickly.
“And how the hell do I get in there?”
“Side door is what I used.”
I reluctantly pushed the twins off me. “I’m going to go get Penn now, how’s that sound?” They nodded, too upset to speak.“You stay with Tate, okay? I will be right back.” I shot them a wink.
I glanced at Tate, who dipped his chin. “I got them.”
“If it gets dicey, drive away. That’s an order.”
“Yes, Boss.”
