Page 212 of Her Daddies' Everything

“How can you make sure that someone rescues me?”

“Wasn’t sure if you were a plant sent to get close to me. So I had you investigated. And put trackers on your car and your friends cars.”

He did what?

“Now I know that you’re really just naive . . . and sweet. And I have to go.”

“Go? Go where? What about me? What about Lauren?”

“Your hero is coming. And who cares about that bitch? She’s unconscious. Can’t hurt you.”

“Is she alive?”

Dev sighed and walked over to the driver’s side of the car. He opened the door and she saw Lauren’s arm drop out.

“Yep. She’s got a pulse.”

“Okay. Good.”

He walked toward his truck. Well, not his truck.

The truck he’d stolen.

That was still hard to wrap her head around.

“Wait! You’re really leaving?” she cried. He couldn’t leave her here in the dark with her kidnapper.

“Yep.”

“Can’t you stay for a bit longer?” she asked.

“Nope.” Then he suddenly turned and walked back toward her.

Oh good. She knew he wouldn’t leave her.

Actually, she hadn’t known that at all.

She’d just really, really hoped he wouldn’t leave her.

“Cream.” He held out his hand.

“S-sorry?”

“Couldn’t take it before. Unbalanced. Now, I can. Payment. Cream.”

She gaped at him. “In my . . . my handbag. I think she must have left it behind.” She’d had it when she was hit.

“Nah, dumb bitch grabbed it.”

“Why dumb?”

“Because that’s how they’re likely tracking you. Through your phone.”

Oh.

Wait. Who was tracking her? But he was gone. He searched through the car, found her handbag, then brought it back to her, setting it down at her side. “Three minutes.”

“Wait, Dev!” she cried out as he turned away.

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