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Fuck me.
“Okay, where’s the knife now?”
She pointed to the kitchen, and at first, I couldn’t see what she was trying to show me, so I finally let her hand go and stepped carefully around her and into the kitchen, trying my best to avoid the blood smeared across the 1990s linoleum so it wouldn’t get on my boots.
“Fucking hell,” Blue muttered, shaking his head as he walked in from the other side of the counter, both of us seeing him at the same time.
“Male, dressed in black, face covered,” I announced to my men before looking to Missy and adding, “Large knife sticking out of his stomach. Blood everywhere.”
“I killed him,” she whispered, her lip trembling. “He came at me and attacked. He kept talking about her.”
“Check the other rooms, then make the call to get this place cleaned up,” Bishop ordered as he slipped in beside Missy, placing his hand on her shoulder and turning her toward him. Cain and Bounty instantly moved to the bedrooms with their weapons drawn. “Talking about who?” Bishop questioned, his brows raised.
I placed my gun on the counter, certain the threat was gone.
“Kadey,” Missy answered, her tone much more solid as she talked about her baby. “He kept asking where Kadey was.”
I placed my palms on the counter and leaned in, my muscles tightening at the thought of this asshole being here for Missy’s little girl. What the fuck would he want with her? I didn’t want to think about it. “Have you checked on her?”
She shook her head. “I’ve been calling Jared. He won’t pick up, but he’s like that sometimes.”
“You did good, baby,” I told her, her eyes meeting mine. She had been petrified, scared as fucking hell, but she’d fought back, and she’d won. “We’ll go round and check on her soon.”
“I killed someone,” she whispered, a tear dripping onto her cheek. “What about the police? What am I going to say? It will be self-defense, won’t it?”
Bishop squeezed her shoulder in support. “We aren’t calling the police. We’ll deal with this, don’t you worry.” I turned and crouched down beside the body while Bishop continued to talk with Missy. “What else did he say? Anything you can remember that could be important.”
Pinching the fabric that covered the guy’s mouth, I tugged it down under his chin so I could see his face.
“He said she was the chosen one.”
My heart stalled.
Her words hit my ears at the same time as I realized the dead guy on the floor wasn’t a stranger.
“It’s Isaac.”
“What the actual fuck is going on?” Bishop growled, stepping up beside me as I got to my feet.
I shook my head, attempting to figure out what the fuck would lead them to believe Kadey was some fucking chosen child. How did they even know she existed?
“Hawk?” Missy questioned, worry thick in her tone.
I broke away from Bishop, took Missy’s good hand and led her to the table. I lifted her onto it and spread her legs, slipping between them. Unconsciously, her head dropped forward, her forehead pressing against my chest while she gripped tightly to my shirt. Her body was shaking. She was crashing, and I needed to get her somewhere safe.
But first, there was a question that had to be answered.
“Baby, does Kadey have a birthmark?”
Her entire body froze solid for a moment, her head slowly tilting up so she could see my face. “Yes.”
“What does it look like?”
Her frown was heavy, weighed down with confusion. “It kinda looks like a—”
“Cross,” Bishop cut in from behind us. “Fuck.”
“Yeah. How did you know that?” Panic twisted in her tone, and her head jerked around, looking from one of us to the other. “What the hell is going on?”
