Kellan snorted. “Good, because I have no interest in watching over a child. You’ll wait in the car and you’ll do exactly as you’re told.”
Duncan moved off. As she glared at Kellan, all the men disappeared into the forest.
“Ian and Sawyer move like ghosts,” she commented.
Kellan grunted then pointed to the car behind her. “Get inside and lock the doors.”
She huffed out a breath. “I’m perfectly safe out here. Look, I know you don’t like me much. You never talk to me—all you do is glare and grunt. But I promise I’ll keep out of your way.”
He simply stared at her then at the car.
“Fine, I’m going, I’m going.” Asshole.
As she opened the door and climbed in three words hit her ears.
“I like you just fine.”
She smiled.
“I like you more when you’re obedient.”
Duncan watched the back entrance of the cabin as Sawyer approached the front. They didn’t want to panic whoever was in there by having Jake or himself approach the cabin in uniform. If he had a gun, he might well turn it on Savannah.
Adrenaline pumped through his veins then a pained cry burst through the woods. A woman’s scream. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Max take off toward the cabin. Shit.
Duncan had no choice but to run after him. The other man was already storming in through the back door. Duncan came to a sudden stop at the sight before him. Savannah was standing naked in the middle of the room, her arms over her head and tied coarsely with a rope hanging from the ceiling.
Her back was red, raw with some patches of broken skin. She shuddered, cries falling from her lips as she stared over at… Shit! Duncan dived towards Max who was beating the shit out of a man. The man he was beating lay on the ground, screaming for mercy.
As though he fucking deserved it.
But the last thing Savi needed was for one of her men to go to jail for murdering the son of a bitch. He pulled Max off the bastard, giving a nod of thanks to Jake who jumped in to hold Max back. Duncan pulled out some handcuffs, putting them on the crying, older man on the ground. He read him his rights, before pulling him up.
Duncan glanced over to find Logan cutting Savannah down. Logan wrapped her up in his jacket, pulling her into his arms.
“Max,” Logan said sharply as the other man continued to try to break free, to get to the half-conscious man Duncan held up. “Savannah.”
It was all Logan said, but it was enough to have Max turning and reaching for his wife. They held her between them like she was the most precious thing in the world.
“Okay, let’s get Savannah and this asshole back to the vehicles. He’ll need to go to hospital,” Jake said, his face as cold and dark as Duncan had ever seen.
Duncan trudged back through the woods, needing to check on Laken. Jake was on the other side. The bastard looked to be in his mid-fifties, he was short but in shape. Who the hell was he?
Laken jumped out of the car as she saw them coming, her gaze zeroing in on Savannah. “Is she okay? What happened?” She stared over at him, her face pale, eyes dark with fear. “What—oh my God.” She froze, staring at the man who was coming around. “What is Richard doing here?”
Jake and Duncan froze.
“You know this guy?” Duncan asked.
She stared up at him, looking shocked. “Know him? He used to be my boss. He’s Ricky’s father. Richard Stanton. What-what did he do to Savannah?”
“He beat her,” Ian told her. “He was whipping her when we burst in. He’s your old boss, huh?” The big man looked thoughtful before stepping in front of Stanton and grabbing his chin. “Look at me,” he growled.
Neither Duncan nor Jake stopped him.
The asshole raised his face, blinking open his half-swollen eyes.
“Who are you?”