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“Where is she?” she heard Daddy yell into the house.

“Hiding in the cabinet in the kitchen,” the man said.

Monroe didn't care at the moment that she didn't trust this other man, Jaxson. She pushed the cabinet door open and started to crawl from the tight space.

She couldn't see her Daddy yet but knew he was here. She’d heard his voice asking where she was.

Her foot got caught on something in the cabinet, creating a sharp pain, but it didn’t even register right then. She needed to get to Daddy so she could find out where her car was and get out of here.

Maybe she could borrow some money from him and tell him that once she was safe and settled somewhere, she’d send the money back. Monroe was going to have to get better at keeping her identity a secret. Changing her name, her story, working and getting paid under the table, anything so she could stay away from Jared.

She needed to be safe and smart about this because she didn't want to put anybody else in harm's way. She’d already put Daddy in danger by staying with him for over a week and now Jared knew. He had found her, so he must know where she was and who she was staying with, which made Daddy unsafe.

Daddy popped into the kitchen and a cry of relief fell from her mouth as she hobbled toward him. She needed to feel safe for a couple of minutes so she could think straight and figure out her next move.

“Daddy,” she cried out.

He opened his arms as he knelt on the floor and she jumped, wrapping her arms around him. Her heart started to break as she realized this would be the last time she would feel his arms around her.

“You’re okay,” he whispered. “You’re safe.”

But she wasn’t. Monroe would never be safe.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

MICHAEL

Michael’s heart had been racing since his Little Bunny had called him all panicked and wanting to leave. He couldn’t have that.

He didn’t know how many laws he broke as he drove from the club to his house, but he knew he needed to get there as soon as possible. No doubt Monroe was scared out of her mind.

He had moved her car to the mechanic to get it looked over since it looked a little beat up. He knew it wasn't a very old car, but he also didn't know when the last check had been. If and when she drove the car again, he wanted her to be safe.

“You're okay,” he whispered into her ear as he rocked her back and forth.

Michael didn't know how she’d gotten under the sink. She had to be at least five foot seven and the space under the sink wasn't huge. Her being underweight probably helped her some but he had no doubt that it was a tight fit.

Walking over to the couch, he sat and placed her on his lap. Jaxson sat down in front of them, his face full of worry.

“You're okay. You're safe,” Michael said.

Monroe shook in his arms as everything came crashing down. He didn't like seeing her this way. He had never even thought her ex could trace her through the phone he had just given her. He just hadn’t wanted her to be in his house alone without a way to contact him.

Who was her ex? It had only been a couple of days since he had given her the phone and her ex already found her. Was this his fault? But he had deliberately put the phone in his name.

“Little Bunny. Can you pay attention for a second?” he asked her.

He knew she was scared beyond belief, but he and Jaxson needed to know the guy's last name and figure out how he found her. He knew from when they’d talked before that she didn't want to give up the last name, but in order to keep her safe now he needed to know.

Monroe slightly pulled away from him and nodded her head.

“Such a good girl,” he praised her. “Now, can you tell us the guy's name? Jaxson is a retired police officer and knows several things to keep you safe.”

Her eyes went wide and she jumped out of his arms. Letting out a hiss, she stared at Jaxson with her eyes wide and shook her head.

What had gotten into her? What did he say that made her react this way?

“No! I can't tell you anything. Especially not you,” she said, her voice raised.

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