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Tony lies on the ground, groaning, face bloody.
“How could you, Tony,” Trina sobs. “That's our daughter.”
I step away and over to Ledger and Aubrey, who are now holding a crying Willow. “How did they know to come?”
“Dane called them while he waited,” Chandler tells me.
“Someone called the cops,” Aubrey says, a sense of panic in her voice as the night air fills with sirens.
Even if the cops are in Johnson's pocket, there’s no way they can brush this under the rug right now without drawing unwanted attention.
An ambulance pulls up and rushes over.
Within the next half hour, Willow and Aubrey both get checked out by the EMTs. The cops question them and arrest Tony, Jared, Kirk, and Mark. Sal ended up blaming it all on his sons, throwing them under the bus.
He probably thinks he can go in and erase any traces of his involvement before the cops find anything.
Little does he know we already printed out everything and saved it to a hard drive.
Tomorrow, when we go in for them to question Willow some more, we plan on showing them everything. And if they don’t do anything, we will show someone who will.
None of them are getting away with this.
Willow’s dads manage to get a frantic Trina into their car after sobbing and pleading with Willow to believe her that she knew nothing. Willow of course knew that and let her mom know.
When everything is done, we all pile into Dane and Chandler’s car, tired and exhausted and ready to head back to their house for the night.
Aubrey on Ledger’s lap, Willow on mine, we sit in the back seat in silence as we hold our girls, needing to feel that this is real. They’re here, they’re safe and back in our arms.
Nothing like this will ever happen again. We will go to fucking war for these girls. For this pack.
All that matters is they’re safe now, back where they belong.
Chapter Forty-Six
NASH
A whimper pulls me from my sleep. Blinking my eyes open, I look down to where Willow is cuddled into my side.
She whimpers again, more of a groan this time as she squirms. That's when my sleepy brain realizes what that is. Her sweet, strawberry cheesecake scent fills the room. I groan, my cock thickening behind my boxers.
It’s so much more potent than it usually is. “Willow?” I whisper, the others sleeping on the bed too.
When we got back to Calling Wood, the first thing we did was to buy the biggest bed we could fit into this room.
Dane and Chandler moved in right away because Willow didn’t like the idea of being away from them. She’s got a little bit of anxiety from the whole ordeal with the fuckers who took her. And rightly so. We asked if she wanted to talk to a professional, but she declined.
I think what she wants and needs right now is for all of us to be together, to see that everything is okay. We’re still unsure what's to come with her father and pack Johnson, but we will be fighting to get our girls’ justice.
“Willow, baby.” I place my hand down on her forehead and curse when I feel how hot she is.
“It hurts,” she groans.
“What's going on?” Dane’s gruff, sleepy voice asks. He sits up, eyes going to Willow, then curses. “Shit, she’s in heat.”
That's why she smells so fucking amazing.
“What do we do?” I ask him, feeling a little panicked. This is our first heat with her. We’ve taken all the classes and should know what to do but I’m kind of sort of starting to freak out.
