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“I know, big guy. I know…” I killed the lights, opened the door, and screamed.
“Hero!”
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Hero
“ROJA, WHAT HAPPENED? Tara!” I yelled into the phone, then looked at the screen. We weren’t connected anymore. “Fuck!” I dialed her back. Nothing. “Goddammit!”
Track bumped my elbow for the tenth or more time. “What’s going on?”
“Gotta get back to town, fucking yesterday! My woman’s in trouble!” I leaned toward Cobra’s chair in front of me. “Does your phone work out here?”
“No, sorry.”
“Fuck!”
Raul shifted forward in his seat. “What happened?”
“Her motherfucking father happened. Walsh!”
Raul hiked a dark eyebrow. “And?”
I scrubbed my hands over my face, helplessness flooding my chest. We were getting ready to take off. Hours away from home. My fucking phone wasn’t working.
Could I be overreacting?No.
She was at school. There were a lot of people there.Doesn’t matter.
Storm would be there any minute and would keep my woman safe. He would if he wanted to see the birth of his baby.
Fucking hell, I couldn’t stop hearing her scream my name.
“Hey!” Raul barked, jerking me out of my thoughts. “What about her father?”
I didn’t want them to know how Tara’s dad abused her. She asked me not to tell anyone. I understood her feelings of embarrassment, but she didn’t need to be. What her old man had done to her wasn’t her fault. Still, I’d given her my word.
I leveled my gaze at my VP. “He’s a lunatic drug addict she hasn’t seen in ten years. He recently crawled out of the hole he’d been in.” Okay, so not the whole truth. He’d been in prison, serving his time for murdering her mom. Close enough.
“Fuck,” Track muttered from behind me.
But Raul? I swore he was reading my mind and knew there was more to it. “Can we step it the fuck up so we can get home faster,” he snapped at Cobra.
Thank fuck.
Cobra shot him a death glare sans a reply.
Fifty-four fucking minutes and fifteen seconds into the flight, I finally got a signal after trying Storm’s phone continuously.
“Answer goddammit!” I heard the click, but no response. “Storm!”
“Jesus, fucking Christ, man. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.”
“Where’s Roja?” I dialed into the hum of voices. Where the fuck was he? “Storm!”
“Hey, I was stepping back so I could talk freely. Man, where are you guys at?”
My heart thundered in my chest. Whatever was going on was my worst nightmare. I felt it in my bones.
