Daddy's Angel (Montana Daddies 7)

“You guys can’t get involved,” Caleb protested.

“No, no of course not,” she said. “Kassim, you and your brothers need to stay here. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. Of course, Caleb, Aleki and Wolfe need to stay with you.”

Caleb gave her a look while Aleki rolled his eyes. But it was Wolfe who spoke. “We’re going with you.”

“You seem to all think we are helpless children,” Matek said coldly. “You forget our skills.”

“You don’t have your sniper rifle here, Matek,” Caleb reminded him.

Sniper rifle?

“If you have a spare gun, I will try to get close enough to provide cover,” Matek said to Dominic.

Dominic tensed then looked around at them all. “Fuck. Shit. I’m not going to be able to stop you all, am I?”

“I have to do this, Dominic. Please understand.”

He groaned. “For the record, I don’t agree with any of this.”

“Noted,” she said grimly. “But the only way you’re stopping me is to tie me down.”

Dominic looked thoughtful.

“No,” she told him. “Come near me and I’ll run. I will fight you.”

“Fuck. When Bain kills me, I expect a nice funeral,” h

e muttered.

She shook her head. She didn’t care about facing Bain’s anger. Because that meant he would be alive and back here. With her.

Caleb grabbed hold of her shoulders. “We’re going to position ourselves along the route you’ll take to the park. Matek and Wolfe will be in the park, hidden. You’ll never be alone.”

She nodded.

“We’re going to get this guy,” he added. “We’ll get him to tell us where Bain is.”

As long as he hadn’t killed him already. She took a deep breath, panic threatening to flood her again. She pushed it deep. She could do this. She had to do this.

Bain was counting on her.

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He managed to get his hand free just as Jerry left. Shit. It would have been far quicker if he hadn’t tried to do it quietly. He released his other hand, then grabbed the rope so it wouldn’t fall to the floor.

His ankles were still tied to the chair.

Rob was pacing back and forth. The scent of his body odor wafted out. Bain opened his eyes, watching him walk by before he flew forward, slamming into Rob. The chair came with him, slamming into his back, but he ignored the pain. The other man fell backwards, hitting his head on a shelf and crumpling to the ground in a heap.

Bain stared at him for a moment, but he lay still. Fuck. Had he killed him? Shit, he hadn’t meant for that to happen. But he wasn’t going to feel guilty. Or waste time checking on him. Asshole had been going to kill him after all.

Christ, he hoped they hadn’t let Arianna leave the apartment. He’d fucking kill them all if they had. He managed to get himself turned so he could work on the ropes around his ankles. It took longer than he would have liked.

He stood and moved towards the stairs. Now he had to make a choice. Go upstairs to the apartment or to the park.

Fuck.

She was so nervous that she thought she might vomit.