Page 100 of Adoring Delaney

“Who the fuck is Dana?” my dad asked.

“Natalie’s real name is Dana Lowe.”

I watched Jasper jerk back and his face paled.

“Whose goddamned car?” I roared.

“Delaney’s,” Dad answered.

“She has a tracker, is someone tracing it?”

“Brady,” Dad spoke again.

“I’m in my truck, call me when he has something.”

“I’m coming with you,” Jasper said, coming out of his stupor.

“You think that’s a good idea?”

“About as good as it is for you.”

Jesus, I didn’t have time to talk my uncle down. If he lost his shit, we’d all deal with the blowback later. For now all I could worry about was Delaney and her being with a crazy bitch who was out for revenge.

I was in a flat-out run with my dad, Jasper, Uncle Levi, and Uncle Clark following behind. I had no idea where Levi and Clark had come from and wasn’t gonna waste time asking.

We all piled in and I flew out of the parking lot of Triple Canopy not knowing which direction to head, when my phone rang and I hit the button on the steering wheel to answer.

“Yeah.”

“She’s at Porter’s Cemetery.”

“Sick fucking bitch,” my dad muttered.

“Dylan came in early. He’s taking over here, I’m headed to Quinn. Nick and Ethan are en route to the cemetery.”

“’Preciate it, Brady,” Jasper said. He was feeling like shit, both of his girls needed him and he had to make a choice between them. A choice I was sure no parent wanted to ever have to make, but the child in gravest danger was the only option. “Lenox called Lily and briefed her. Em is supposed to stay there, but if I know my wife, she’s on her way home now. I don’t care if you have to cuff my girls to lock them down—no matter what, they don’t leave the house.”

“Copy.”

Brady disconnected and the cab of the truck grew silent.

“Carter—”

“Don’t talk to me.”

“Son.”

“Dad. Respect. But do not speak to me. I have one objective and that is to get to my woman before that bitch hurts her. I don’t need warnings or reminders. I know who I am and where I am. So I am fully aware, the law is not on my side. I also don’t give the first fuck. And if any of you try to lock me down we’re gonna have problems. Big fuckin’ problems. I know you have my back, but you gotta give me room to work.”

“Roger that,” my dad muttered.

My jaw was clenched and I was grinding my molars down as I made my way to the cemetery.

“How we playing this?” Clark asked from the back.

I figured my dad or Jasper would speak up but when they didn’t, I answered.

“Call Dylan and ask him to find the grave marker location for Derek Lowe and have him send a map.”

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