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I turn to look at her, and she looks at me with such desperation in her eyes.
“I’m getting her back, Mercy. We’re bringing your baby home. Come on.” I take her hand and lead her back into the back of the house to get dressed.
“How?” She pulls on her clothes as I place a call.
“Viper? I need your help.”
Her eyes widen, and I kiss her lips softly.
“You aren’t alone now, lass,” I whisper while I’m zipping up my jeans.
“Busy, Spark.” I hear him grunt and frown.
“I need you to meet me when we land. I got business in Salt Lake City.” Whatever he’s doing stops, and I’m met with silence on the other end of the line.
I gently push Mercy out the backdoor and around the house to where I have my rental parked at the curb. I open her door and secure her seatbelt before Viper speaks another word.
“WHO?” He growls in my ear.
The man is intimately aware of what that fucking club was up to before we raided them. I close the passenger door and make my way around the front of the car before I answer him.
“My daughter.” I look at Mercy through the open car window as I say it.
Her eyes widen, but she stays quiet.
Good.
Now, there shouldn’t be one single doubt of the seriousness of my claim on her. She’s mine, which makes Lucy mine as well.
“I’ll make the call. Where should I meet you?” I get in and start the engine.
“I’ll be landing in Reno in six and a half hours.”
CHAPTERSIX
MERCEDES
I hate planes.
I rather feel the wind in my hair any day than be trapped in a tin can, thousands of feet in the air where no human was ever meant to be.
I curl up into a ball on the seat and listen to Spark talk to his President, Wolf, about my personal issues. He’s not giving up any specifics about my daughter or her current situation, but it still fucking hurts to have to need a stranger’s help to get her back.
I’m sorry I failed her, Joaquin.
I hide my face with my hair so Spark can’t see me crying. He’s seen me at my weakest, and I don’t need any more of his pity. I clear my throat, and he glances my way.
“I’ll see you soon.” Spark puts his phone down and kneels in front of me so we’re at eye level.
He raises his hand slowly and moves my curls out of my face to look at me properly. His fingers trail from my temple, down the side of my face, and then pinch my chin.
“The only time I want to see tears in your eyes is when I’m choking you with my cock. Got it?” He says the words so softly that if not for the context, you’d think he was being sweet or something.
I try to turn my face away, but his hold on me becomes firm.
“No more hiding, Mercy. Run all you want. I’ll chase you to the end of time if I have to just to have the pleasure of catching you, again and again. But do not ever think of hiding anything from me.” His tone leaves no room to argue, so I just nod.
“Mercedes, no me mientas.” His Spanish is perfect, and it makes me draw in a breath.
