Page 216 of Her Daddies' Everything

Other people did it. Sure, they weren’t necessarily in the spotlight like he was . . . but, fuck it.

There was that country where reverse harem relationships were the norm. If this didn’t work out . . . if they couldn’t handle everyone judging and watching . . . then they’d just move there.

Fuck his career.

What was important was Immy.

This wouldn’t work if he was going to get jealous. They both had to be able to look after her.

And, frankly, it seemed like it might be a good thing that he had help taking care of her. Because his girl seemed to find trouble wherever she went.

Apparently, she’d been going to a fucking bar in the middle of one of the worst districts in Nashville and drinking with a bunch of criminals.

Who she thought were her friends!

Now, Immy could be naive and she liked to see the best in people, but even he hadn’t imagined that she’d think fucking criminals in a seedy bar were her friends!

“What?” Sampson asked. “Could you repeat that?”

“Lauren hit me with her car. I was walking out to my car to come home. I knew I had to speak to you guys. The way I left like that . . . it wasn’t cool to sneak out. Even though the copycat Deity has been caught. We hope.”

“We hope?” Jenner asked. “What do you mean, we hope?”

“Well, we don’t really know that the person they have in custody is the guy behind these pretend-Sentinels and the kidnappings.”

“Wait . . . was Lauren involved with a Sentinel or this copycat? How does she fit in?” Sampson asked. “Fuck! Should I have checked her for a tattoo? Maybe we should turn around.”

“We can’t turn around,” Tobias told him. “Immy is badly hurt.”

“I’m all right,” Immy said.

“You just told us that Lauren hit you with her car!” Jenner protested. “That is not all right, Immy.”

“Let me out. I’ll go back and check and you can send someone to get me once you get hold of Isaiah or Abe,” Sampson said.

“No!” Immy cried before moaning.

“Tobias!” Jenner snapped as though he thought the other man could do something about her pain.

He knew that he couldn’t, but it was killing Jenner that she was hurting and that there was nothing they could do.

“No one goes back,” she said in a breathless voice. “The gunman could still be out there.”

“What gunman?” Tobias asked.

“All of you shut up and let her talk. Immy,” Sampson urged.

“Lauren hit me with her car. Then she drugged me with something. Somehow, she got me into the back of her car and tied me up. My friend Dev saw her so he jumped in his truck and followed. When he got here, he drove in front of her and pulled his truck across her way, making her crash into him. Only, I think he stole the truck. Yeah, he stole the truck.”

“What the fuck?” Tobias muttered. “Could he not have followed her until she stopped somewhere?”

“Um, I don’t know. I didn’t ask him that.”

“Where did he go?” Jenner demanded.

“I don’t know. I don’t think he could stay.”

Likely because he was a fucking criminal!

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