Page 23 of Saved By The Mountain Man

I squealed as he lifted me up over his shoulder, making my bare ass. He made his way to the bed and dropped me down, making me bounce.

“Now, should I start to show you all the way the idea you have has merit?”

I opened my mouth to start agreeing when my phone went off again. I sighed, knowing that I needed to at least respond to the man, or he was never going to leave me alone. And though any trace of a location was off on my phone for him not to see it, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t find a way to figure out where I was.

“Let me see what he wants.”

“Sure. But we both know he just wants to be a jerk.” He reached over, grabbed the phone, and handed it to me. “It’s his middle name, or some bullshit he spewed.”

“His middle name is Jeff,” I told him as I sat against the headboard and took the lock screen off, groaning at the message number. “Blow my phone up, Dad,” I muttered, clicking the icon, then the thread.

How soon till I see my girl?

Is everything alright?

Did you take the long way here again? I hate that path.

Don’t know why you always take it.

I blushed as I read that one out loud because Hugh and I both knew why I took it. He chuckled and pulled me close, kissing the top of my head.

See, this is what I liked about him. This nature that no one knew about.

Damn it, Vixen, answer this piece of shit.

I checked the time on that message, seeing it to be around four-thirty this morning, which means he was drunk. I rolled my eyes.

“I hate that man when he’s drunk, he’s nasty as shit.”

“That early in the morning, he was lit. That’s probably the message that woke you up.”

“I really do dislike my dad,” I told Hugh, who only shrugged in response, because what could I do? At least now I had this man to support me.

I took a breath and read the new message that just came in.

Woman, where the hell are you? Answer this phone right now!

I swear, Brandi, if you’re with some douche, I’m going to hunt you down and cut off the man’s dick for touching you.

Now answer me.

I’m fine Dad, had bike problems and ended up late on the road, so stayed at a hotel.

I hit send and then looked at Hugh, my hand cupping his cheek. “Don’t worry about my dad, I’ll take care of him. He’s a dick, but he would never lay a hand on me.”

Chapter 8

***** Demon *****

Ten minutes later, we were both dressed and out of bed and I twisted my lip as I watched her. She messed with her phone and finally put it in her pocket, a brow lifted in silent question.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I told her, shaking my head.

I knew her dad better than she did, no matter how she wanted to slice it down.

She might have faith that she could stop whatever she thought she could, but I knew better. When that man was hell bent on doing something, he did it. And there was no stopping it, no matter what.

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