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I was honestly just relieved.
So he was a fucking asshole who liked to run his mouth and break Missy down, but by the sounds of it, that was all. Thank fuck for that because I was already making a list of people I could call to come look after Kadey if she’d indicated at all that her drop-kick father put his hands on her or Missy.
But it looked like he was going to live.
For now.
When Kadey finished her breakfast, I helped her down from the stool as my phone began to vibrate deep in my jeans pocket. She rushed off to the sofa while I hung back, hitting the answer button when I saw Bishop’s number flash across the screen. “Hey.”
“How’s the girl?”
My eyes drifted to the bedroom door, not a single peep. “Painkillers must have really done the job. She’s still sleeping.”
“I’m gonna drop round those contracts you wanted,” he drawled, the sounds of his feet scuffing gravel, letting me know he was walking across the compound. “Text me her address.”
“Thanks, will do,” I answered, quickly hanging up and shooting him a message with Missy’s address.
The contracts were going to be something else.
Something that she may love or something that may have me kicked the fuck out on my ass.
That was how unpredictable Missy could be.
The girl was like this amazing storm, so beautiful with her gloomy skies and electric energy that whipped around her. You couldn’t help but admire the magnificence and be in awe of the strength within.
But if you got too close or made the wrong move…
… that same storm would rip you to shreds.
Here we go.
MISSY
“Shit!” I groaned, rolling my body across the bed and twisting myself in the sheet.
A move I regretted instantly.
The sharp, shooting pain that radiated from the back of my thigh was like someone turning on a light switch and spotlighting everything that happened last night—the asshole, the cigar, the burn, the bath.
Hawk.
His gentleness.
The way he took control.
Something I often refused to let others do because I had been doing everything for myself for so long. It felt strange to hand the reins over to someone else, to let them decide and answer the questions.
Strange, but good.
It was like having one weight after another lifted from my shoulders, and with each one, I could stand taller, breathe easier, and my smile wasn’t so forced. The throb in my leg slowly subsided as I stayed still, trying not to move so erratically. With a heavy sigh, I looked over to my bedside table. “Oh my God!” I hissed, seeing the time.
Four minutes after eleven!
Mrs. Dawson was meant to drop Kadey off at seven-thirty.
My leg screamed, but I shuffled to the edge of the bed, ignoring the way my head spun, and my body tingled as I fought to get to my feet. I stumbled, catching myself on the bedframe before I hit the floor. My muscles were screaming at me, telling me to sit the fuck down. They were weak, and my mind was hazy, having trouble forcing the message through to my legs that they needed to move.
But finding my daughter was more important right now.
