Page 70 of Flyboy
"You're going in my pocket. I'll pull you back out when all parties are subdued."
"Don't you hurt one hair—"
"The only person I'm not going to take care with is Bio-Monster."
Jack snorted. Lys and Penny had begun calling Gina Bio-Monster when they'd returned to Sunnyville after their wedding. He'd like to say he was a responsible parent figure and discouraged Penny from calling her mother names, but he honestly didn't give a shit what she called that woman. What either of them called her.
The sounds coming from the phone were muffled now, but no less alarming, and Jack frantically clicked the mouse under his hand to bring up the feed for the living room in the Sunnyville house. There were too many—
Images flashed onto the screen and he sank into the chair behind him as Keaton, Dash, and Maryn came through his office door.
"Holy shit," he muttered. Penny didn't have a knife. She hadtwo. One in each hand. "Fucking hell."
Everyone crowded around him.
"Is that…does she have…" Keaton sucked in a breath, let it out as a whistle. "If he lets her go, that woman is dead."
Jack knew what his friend meant. The look in Penny's eyes, the words spewing from her mouth…don't let her go, don't let her go…he chanted in his head. He had to believe Roark could hold her back.
"What do you need?" Maryn asked.
"Other than to be there?" He shrugged. "I don't know." He'd never felt more out of control, more useless, in his entire life. All his money, all the power that came with it, and he couldn't do a fucking thing except watch while the two most important people in his life were under attack.
Nobody said anything else. They stood silently around him and, like him, stared at the screen, listened to the sounds coming through his phone. He could have hooked into the security system's audio recording, but he'd been too focused on getting into the video feed to see what was happening. He'd already been able to hear, he'd just needed visuals to go with the sound.
He sat forward, forearms braced on the desk, eyes glued to the drama unfolding hundreds of miles away and prayed neither Lys or Penny got hurt. Gina he didn't give a shit about and if Penny managed to get one of those knives close, the only thing he'd be sorry about was the effect that kind of action would have on Penny.
He scowled. He needed to make sure Gina Drummond could never come at either of his girls again.
"Keaton?"
"Yeah."
"I want her gone."
"After this, she will be. There's no way she isn't going to jail now," Dash murmured. "This is being recorded and there are multiple witnesses. Did they let her in the house, or did she break in?"
Jack shook his head. "No one would let her in."
"Broke in then," Keaton murmured. "We can get her on a break and enter charge as well as assault. Possibly attempted murder…"
"I don't know what else was said but Gina screamed something about Lys or me paying her the two thousand Penny cost her."
"She talked about trying to sell Penny?" Maryn asked.
He shook his head again. "I'm not sure. She alluded to it though. I think." Fuck. There was too much he didn't know. He should be there!
"Okay, we'll go over all the security footage and pull every charge we can," Keaton said.
"Thanks."
"Don't thank me. That woman needs to be behind bars. Anybody who tries to sell a child deserves to rot in a cell."
Jack nodded, his gaze stuck on what he'd only just noticed. His hands clenched. At some point Alyssa had taken a blow to the head because a small trail of blood was making its way from her hairline near her temple down the side of her face. "She's bleeding," he whispered.
"I'm on the phone with Fletcher," Maryn said, her hand resting on his shoulder, fingers squeezing. "He said they've got an ambulance on the way."
The pain in his chest eased. He hadn't been aware of holding his breath and yet the second Maryn had uttered those words it rushed out of him.
