Page 71 of Rayna's Daddy

“I know little one, but it must be important, or they wouldn’t be calling my cellphone.” I accepted the call.

She nodded.

“What?” I barked into the phone.

Rayna jumped.

I ran my hand down her cheek and my fingertips over her lips to calm her. I push my finger between her lips, and she sucked.

“We have a problem.” Patrick sounded like he was on the move.

“What kind of problem?”

“Natalie’s here.”

“Nat-- Ouch.” I pulled my finger out of her mouth before she bit it off.

“Natalie.” Rayna and Patrick said in unison.

Rayna stood up and off my lap. Her eyes blinked and darted around.

“Get the team up here now.”

The guys shuffled into the room a few minutes later.

“Natalie showed up at the casino about thirty minutes ago.” Patrick pulled out a tablet. “We tracked her through the casino, into the bathroom, and then another lap around the casino. She made her way to the front desk. That’s when I went down and got her and brought her back to the security office. She’s in a conference room.”

“What does she want?” Rayna asked.

“She doesn’t know you’re here.” Patrick shut off the video feed. “She’s asking for you.” Patrick turned to Me.

Rayna stiffened in my arms.

I gave her a reassuring squeeze.

“Well, I guess I better go find out what she wants?” I lifted Rayna off my lap.

“Not without me.” She gripped my hand.

We rode the elevator down to the second floor. I sent Rayna with Josh into an observation room to watch the camera feed.

I adjusted my shirt and stepped inside of the room.

“Natalie.” I stood across the table from her. “You wanted to see me?”

“You have to help me.” She blinked and leaned forward. “Santorini’s men are after me and I don’t have the energy to run anymore.”

“I thought Santorini was your father.” I sat down.

Her eyes narrowed.

“No,” she shook her head. “He’s not my father.” Her face scrunched in disgust. “Santorini bought me.”

I tried not to react.

“About five years ago,” a tear slipped down her cheek. “My father died owing his family money, and they used me to pay off his debt, but it’s never paid off. I will never be free of him.”

“So, you worked for him. Supplied girls for him?” Patrick asked.

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