Page 173 of Love Me

Our eyes lock, and I find something in there I’ve never seen before.

Fear. Good. He should be afraid because by hurting Celine he woke the beast inside of me that won’t hold back from breaking every fucking bone in his body and rejoice in it.

“Hunter, can you cover him for a minute?”

He nods, and I run to the woman being held up by Abi and Mia. Shame swallows me whole. I should have known. I should have done something.

As if Cassandra senses my turmoil, she says, “Look at me.”

I expect the worst, like she will never allow her daughter to be with me.

If I could drain my tainted blood, I would.

“I’m sorry.”

“Go find my daughter.”

“That’s the plan.”

“Good.” She is rushed into the car, where Sebastian fusses to make her comfortable.

Before they leave, he rolls down the window.

“You got this?”

“I’ll always have her.”

His brows furrow. “I still have my doubts.”

“To be honest, sir, I don’t give a fuck. I’m hers and she’s mine. See you later. I have to get my girl.”

“Do not let Felix escape,” I tell Hunter as I rush past him.

A battle rages behind Hunter’s eyes, torn over whether to come with me. My feelings started from loathing this guy to considering him a friend.

“I’m going in.”

My father wriggles to escape, but Hunter’s grip tightens, assuring me. “He won’t go anywhere.”

“Good.”

Dane comes around the corner. “All done.”

“No one leaves the perimeter.”

People dressed in white coats and some guards rush from the building. My heart screams to get to her, my body demands to be reunited with my woman, and my mind is focused on getting my wife back.

I walk inside to absolute silence. I listen for any sounds but they are drowned out by the heaviness coating the walls. I try to wrap my head around it. The taste of betrayal lingers on my tongue after years of trusting Blake. And now, I must trust him with the most important person in my life.

“Kaden, turn right,” Bailey instructs me in my ear.

Focused, I stalk down the corridors, gun held out. When some doors slide open, I come face-to-face with Caleb. He’s strapped to a chair I remember all too well, whimpering. At least Celine’s not here.

I can only imagine the horrors she went through at the hands of this sadistic asshole. It’s like we’re in a movie, except this is our life in this family. Soon it will all be over.

I bare my teeth and a shiver runs through him.

The scent of piss, sweat, and blood pumps my senses with satisfaction.

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