Page 193 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Strangely, he didn’t sound like anyone that Corbin had heard before.

“Who are you? What do you want?” he asked as Bebe used his arm to stand.

She was shivering as she pressed closer to him. The temperature had plummeted and he knew it was close to snowing. There was a stillness to the forest, as though all the animals had disappeared.

“Start moving,” the guy ordered as he turned on a headlamp. Then he drew a gun out from the back of his pants.

Shit. Fuck.

“Who are you?” Corbin demanded right as the first flurries of snow dropped.

He heard his girl gasp. Fuck. He hated that this bastard was ruining this for her.

Her first snow in Montana should be magical. She should be sitting on their porch at home, wrapped up in a blanket and sipping hot cocoa.

Not at the mercy of some asshole with a gun.

“Who am I? I’m your worst nightmare.”

“Dude’s been watching too many bad action movies,” Bebe grumbled.

Corbin quickly stepped in front of Bebe as the guy swung out with the back of his hand. He’d been aiming for Bebe’s face, so he got Corbin in his chest.

Asshole was huge and could have done some real damage to his girl’s face. Corbin barely felt it, though. Probably because he was too filled with a mind-numbing rage.

Bebe let out a small cry, pressing herself to his back. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Don’t say that,” the guy growled. “That was a line in one of my girl’s movies. None of them were bad.”

Corbin stilled. Why did that ring a bell? Wait, his girlfriend was in a movie?

“Who is your girlfriend?” he asked.

Fuck.

Had he been wrong all along about the attacker in the parking lot before he’d left for San Francisco? The guy who’d attacked him with a knife? Had that been this guy?

He ripped off his mask. Corbin knew that wasn’t a good sign. It meant that he planned to kill them. But he couldn’t think about that right now. He was trying to piece things together. Why did this guy seem familiar? Had he met him before?

“Name’s Sebastian,” the guy said. “I’m Linny’s man.”

“Linny? As in Lindsay Pierson?” Corbin asked.

The guy took a step closer, leaning over him menacingly and blinding him with the light of the headlamp.

“Yeah, asshole. The girl that you put behind bars.”

“She was in rehab, not jail. And that was because she tried to assault me.”

“She would never!” he roared. “She loves me. I’ve always watched over her. I watch at night to make sure no one hurts her. Me!”

“Are you the guy got into her room?” he asked. Was this guy her stalker? He had to be. “Why would you come after me now? That all happened over six months ago!”

“Because I didn’t know which one of you got her put away. You sent her away from me!” he yelled. “So I waited until she got out and then I asked her.”

“You asked her?” Corbin asked. “Is she all right?”

“Of course she is. I’m taking care of her.”

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