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“I like that a lot,” he says as Zayn approaches with a shirt. As much as I love an audience, I’m extremely embarrassed. I was actually hoping it was Spade, but it wasn’t.

“Princess. Behave. I love you. See you at home.” He winks, pressing his lips to my forehead, and turns to Zayn.

“Whatever she wants, you make it happen. Except sticking your dick in her. If she asks for that, access denied,” he says, and I roll my eyes. Jamie gets into my G-Wagon and takes off towards the city, and I look over at Zayn.

“Don’t give me that look,” I snarl, climbing into the passenger side of his black Audi RS7.

“That’s five times today, Brat,” he says, and I laugh.

“You’re really keeping count of my eye rolls, huh?” I say, shaking my head as he starts the car, putting it in gear, taking off onto the highway.

“Something like that,” he smirks, shifting gears. “What does the Brat want to do for the rest of the afternoon?” he asks ,and my eyes light up.

“Anything?” I say, raising a brow.

“Boss's orders to keep the Brat pleased. You tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen,” he says, and an idea pops into my head.

“Spin around, get on the highway and head north.” I order, and he nods.

This shall be an interesting little trip. Let’s see if he can hang.

Chapter 25

Phone calls & Bullets

Ryder

Harley’s shop was closed, so I turned around and headed home. He may want space, but I need to be heard. I admit I made a mistake. I should’ve told him the minute that cunt started texting me, but I didn’t and now I could lose the only man I truly have ever loved, and who actually loves me back.

Slamming my fists on the steering wheel, I roar in anger. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Pressing my foot on the clutch, I shift, pushing my foot down on the accelerator as his Charger flies down the highway. “How could I do that to him? Why did I lie? What is the big deal with telling him the truth? I’m such a fucking idiot.” I yell, knowing I’m talking to myself. No one is going to give me any answers. My phone rings and I pick it up without looking to see who it is.

“What!” I growl.

“U-uncle Ry,” Jaxon whispers, and my heart stops.

“Yea, Jax, What’s up?” I say calmly, trying not to lose my shit.

“Th-ere is a man here and I-i don’t know where Daddy is,” he says as my fingers tighten against the steering wheel.

“Okay, Jax. Where is your sister?” I ask.

“I have her in my strong arms. We are hiding in Mama’s closet. They have big guns. Un-cle Ry,” he states as I press my foot down on the gas.

“You’re doing such a good job, little man. You stay there. Do not come out until one of us gets you. I’m almost home,” I tell him.

“Okay, you got it, dude. Stay quiet, protect Hazel. Got it,” he says, and a smile crosses my face.

“I’ll be there real soon. Do not leave that closet,” I repeat.

“You got it, dude,” he says, and the line goes dead.Where the fuck is everyone?

Hitting two on my keypad for Jade, I press call.

“What’s up Ry? Everything okay?” she asks.

“Where are you?” I ask.

“Heading up north with Zayn. Why? what's wrong?” she asks, her tone sounding strained.

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