Page 78 of No First Kisses

“Shit,” I hiss.

I leave him there while I go to the car, but there aren’t any keys in it, either.

I stare at his body, still lying on the ground, and don’t trust him to stay dead.

“Knowing my luck, he’ll come back as a zombie,” I tell my baby. “Let’s go.”

Doing the only thing I can, I leave the body and the car and start walking back toward civilization.

“Please don’t come while I’m on the side of the road, okay? I’ll give you anything you want if you just make it until I’m not alone. I really don’t want to be alone when you get here. You have to meet your daddy, okay?”

Another contraction hits, and I know I’m not going to make it. Not when I see the amount of blood soaking through the sweater. I can’t stand up through the pain, and I slump over.

I feel Logan there with me. Holding me. Helping me through the misery. Even if he can’t be there. He’ll never be there in time.

“I broke my promise, Lo.”

28

LOGAN

There are more guns in the white-paneled van I’m sitting in the passenger seat of than should ever exist in one location. Definitely more than we need for one man, but I’m not going to tell Dean what to do when it comes to his daughter.

Not when I have multiple guns, too.

When we’re going to face my own personal demon, there’ll never be enough firepower as far as I’m concerned.

“She’s less than five miles away,” Niles Tobin mutters from behind me.

I glance back to see his face staring at a tablet that probably costs more than my house when all is said and done.

It’s been twelve hours since Poppy was taken.

An hour after I got him to work, Niles had a location and was on his way.

Six hours after I called, there are more men ready to help me hunt Ortega down than a normal person would expect.

Three vans full of men, weapons, and technology are headed into the northern half of the state not even seven hours after Poppy vanished.

And I’ve felt every second branding its way onto my soul because I have no way of knowing if she’s okay.

“She’s alive.” I don’t know who I’m telling, but we all need to hear it.

“I’ve got a really bad feeling,” Sam mutters from my back. “I can’t shake it, Dad.”

“She’s a fighter.” Dean squeezes my shoulder in silent support.

Remy and Dom are playing rock paper scissors in the back of the van, and I see Dom kick his ass while I look back at Dean. “You know she’s going to do whatever she has to do to save herself.” Dom offers a shrug for me. “We just gotta get ready to kick some ass because you know he’s not going to make it easy.”

Remy double-checks the scope on his rifle and adjusts it before hanging the strap over his shoulder.

“The satellite tracking location on the car Ortega stole is pinging up ahead.” Niles puts his tablet down and switches it out for a gun that Angelo hands him.

Niles is freakishly good when it comes to computers, illegal shit, and commandeering equipment that he uses for his business. Finding Ortega would have been impossible for anyone else, but not him.

Angelo, whose driving has gotten us out here a hell of a lot faster than anyone else would, pulls over to the side of the road about a mile away from where we’re headed.

“Someone needs to lead this shit.” Ian glares at me. “Someone who isn’t Poppy’s father or her baby daddy. Because the two of you are going to get there and any training or good ideas that you’d normally have are gonna shit the bed. Because you’re gonna be too focused trying to get to her.”

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