Page 31 of Protecting Christina

“Okay.”

I led the way down the stairs and didn’t see Will or Faye’s husband. I grabbed the children’s hands and walked with them as Faye carried her baby behind me. Without turning back, I opened the front door and jogged down the steps toward my car.

Faye stopped me just as I reached for the back door. “I have to take my car. I need the car seats for the children.”

“Do you have the keys?”

“No.”

Shit.

“Where are they?”

“They’re on the table by the front door.”

“Stay here with your kids. I’ll get them.”

I jogged back up the steps and opened the front door. Will had both the man’s arms pulled behind his back and snarled something into his ear. The man whimpered.

I stood frozen, fascinated at seeing Faye’s husband, who moments earlier raged and threatened violence, now sniffed like a coward.

Will’s head snapped up when he saw me enter. “What’s wrong?”

“Faye needs her car with the car seats.”

He nodded. “It’s best if you leave now. I wouldn’t want you responsible for anything legally.”

“I don’t think you should do anything that will get you into trouble,” I said, without hesitation.

He grinned widely, and for the first time, I noticed a dimple on his left cheek. “Don’t worry about me. I know a good lawyer.”

I waited, wondering what Will would do to him, and found myself wanting to watch it happen. I wanted to see him inflict as much pain on him as the man had done to Faye. If not physically, then verbally and emotionally. I wanted him to cry like he’d made her cry. I’d read enough in her report.

“You should go. Faye’s waiting.”

He was right. I needed to go. But maybe…

I marched up to the guy, and Will’s brow creased. Winding up, I kick the bastard in the balls. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His eyes watered and his face turned purple.

“Now, I’m ready to go.”

“You are vicious, woman,” Will said. “Wait for me. I won’t be long now.”

I nodded and walked out the front door.

By the time Faye locked the baby in the car seat, Will was waiting outside.

Looking behind him, I couldn’t see Faye’s husband. “Is he conscious?”

“No. But he’ll live.”

I nodded. “Where are we going?”

“I’ve got a place they can stay. I’ll drive Faye and the kids.”

I threw him the keys and went to my car. As soon as I was buckled in, Will pulled out onto the street and waved me to follow him.

He took the freeway and drove for about fifteen minutes until he exited midtown. I didn’t ask questions. At this moment, I trusted Will to find a safe place for Faye and her children.

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