Page 20 of Keegan's Promise

“If you’ll let me, I’ll look over your baby girl, make sure she’s healthy,” he says. “My wife can stay in the room with us if it makes you more comfortable.”

Landry hesitates for only a moment before nodding bravely.

I watch as she follows after Tate, disappearing down the hallway.

“I’m guessing that baby girl is yours?” Dillon asks me once they’re out of earshot.

“Yeah.” I swallow, my chest pulsing. “Fuck, yeah, she’s mine.”

He nods like he expected that answer. “And I’m guessing I’m here for a reason. What MC is she running from?”

My eyes widen as I glance at him.

“I’m not stupid, motherfucker. If you’re here, it’s because you need help. And judging by the way she looked at Tate and Cash like she was afraid they would hurt her, it’s because she knows MCs, and not any like this one.”

“Been here, done this shit before,” Cash mutters, leaning back against the wall. “Who are we up against?”

“The Sons of Loki. Her fucking uncle sold her to them to cover his debts.” Fury lances through me at the reminder. “One of them intends to take our daughter and raise her as his own.”

“Jesus Christ,” Cash rumbles, his expression hard.

Dillon whistles, his expression a mirror image of Cash’s.

“I need help protecting her,” I murmur, raking my hands through my hair. “They aren’t getting her or Lily. We’ll leave the country before that shit happens.”

Dillon clamps a hand down on my shoulder. “It won’t come to that, Keegan. You know we protect our own around here. If she’s yours, she’s one of ours.”

I exhale a relieved breath, my knees weak.

They’ll help me keep them safe. Thank God.

“I’m guessing they’re looking for her?” Dillon asks.

“Yeah. Fuck.” I take a breath, trying to get my shit together and think. “She’s been running for two years. We met in Colorado last year. I intended to bring her back here with me, but she disappeared on me while I was sleeping.”

“They found her?” Cash asks.

“Yeah, they found her.” I grit my teeth. “She ran to keep them from finding out she was with me.”

“She’s been with them since?” Dillon asks.

“She escaped five months ago,” I mutter. “Faked going into labor and then ran as soon as they took her to the hospital. Says she gave birth in New Mexico.”

“Is she willing to talk to me?” Dillon asks.

I hesitate for a long moment. “She’s afraid you’ll take her to jail,” I finally admit. “She did some shit…shit she had to do to survive.”

“What kind of shit?”

“Grand theft auto type of shit,” I admit.

“Fuck.”

“I’ve got the car she took. It can be returned. I’m also willing to pay for it and anything else she stole to survive. But she isn’t going to jail.” I meet Dillon’s gaze, mine firm. “We’ll leave the country before I let that shit happen.”

“Jesus Christ. I need to retire,” he sighs. “I’m too old for you assholes to keep falling in love.”

“You’re the same goddamn age I am,” Cash says, laughing quietly.

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