Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Her panic button,” I whisper, gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles are white. A wave of pure fucking terror washes through me, turning the world white around me. “That’s her panic button.”
“Get there, Keegan,” Dillon growls half a second before I hear his sirens blaring.
I push the gas, pressing for more speed.
The phone vibrates again, Giant’s name flashing on the screen this time.
“It’s Giant,” I mutter to Dillon before stabbing the button to answer his call. “Please tell me that you’re there.”
“I’m on my way, brother,” he says, his voice grim.
Christ, he isn’t there. She’s all alone.
I battle back a howl of fury, choking on it.
“Dallas lost track of Garrick Albright late last night. Dillon just found out.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. I’ll be there in less than five.”
“I’ll be there in three,” I say.
“If you get a shot, take it,” Giant instructs me. “Don’t hesitate because he won’t.”
I blow through the light on Broadway, and Dillon rounds the corner in his SUV, damn near on two wheels.
“Dillon is right behind me.”
“Good. Be there soon.” Giant disconnects.
“Giant is on the way,” I mutter as soon as the call swaps back to Dillon.
“Good. I’m behind you.”
“I see.” I inhale a shaking breath. “If he’s there…”
“We handle it,” Dillon says firmly. “He isn’t taking her or your baby, Keegan. We aren’t letting that happen.”
We can’t let it happen. I won’t fucking survive if it does. They’re my purpose. I felt like I started living when I found her in Colorado. And then she disappeared before I even had a chance to make her mine. I spent a year in hell, trying to figure out how the fuck I could miss someone so badly after a single day. How I could need someone in my life so much after a single day. I never came up with an answer. I just came up with her.
It’s her. It’s just what she does to me. It’s what she means to me. It’s how she makes me feel. Now that she’s back, my goddamn world makes sense. I feel like I can breathe.
“Fuck,” I groan, slamming on the brakes outside the house, my heart in my throat. The front door is standing wide open, and there’s a fucking body in the doorway. “Dillon…”
“I see him,” Dillon says, his voice sharp as he skids to a stop behind me.
I grab my handgun from the glove compartment and jump out, leaving the truck running.
“Landry!” I shout, racing toward the house with Dillon on my heels. Praying.
The motherfucker on the porch is covered in blood, bleeding out.
“That’s the uncle. Daniel Corbett,” Dillon says, not even stopping to check on him. He just steps over him, his gun drawn.
“Landry!” I shout again.
My goddamn heart stops when I see the kitchen door standing open too.
Landry doesn’t answer.
“Check the house. I’ll check out back,” Dillon says.
I ignore him, already running toward the kitchen door. She isn’t in the house. If she were, she would have answered me by now. I know she would.
“Goddammit, Keegan,” Dillon mutters, hurrying after me.
I step out onto the back porch, scanning for any sign of her. A flash of white catches my attention near the tree line, too tall and wide to be her. I don’t know who the fuck he is, but he isn’t Landry. And he has a gun.
He turns toward me and Dillon.
Dillon and I fire at the same time.
I’m not sure which of us hits him, but one of us does. He drops like a ton of bricks, the weapon falling from his hands.
“Landry!” I scream into the deafening silence that follows as Dillon rushes across the yard, on high alert, his gun still pointed at the man on the ground.
I scour the tree line, trying like hell to keep it together. She has to be out there somewhere. She has to–
I choke on her name when she stumbles into view with Lily clutched in her arms. Terror fires through me when I see the blood smeared all over her. Christ. She’s hurt. They hurt her.
“Landry!” I leap off the porch, racing toward her.
She stumbles toward me, her shoulders shaking with the force of her cries. It takes me a goddamn lifetime to reach her. To drag her into my arms.
“Where are you hurt, baby?” I ask, running my hands all over her, frantic. “Which one of them hurt you?”
“N-n-not my b-blood,” she cries. “I s-stabbed h-him.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
I drag her back into my arms, cradling her and Lily as she cracks apart, sobbing brokenly.
But she isn’t broken. She’s here, safe in my arms. And so is Lily.
“Everything is okay,” I croon to Landry and Lily, holding them close on the bed of my pickup as Dillon, Easton, and half the goddamn police force crawl across the property, checking to ensure there’s no one else out there waiting to make a play for my wife and baby.