Page 195 of Daddy's Wild Girl

He came to a stop right before her, cursing the tape around his hands.

“Bebe, are you all right? Baby! Are you hurt?”

“I . . . I . . . I . . .” A sob escaped her and she collapsed on the ground.

No, no, no. They couldn’t stop moving otherwise, she was going to freeze to death.

“Bebe, baby. I need you to grab the gun. Make sure the safety is on and put it in my pocket, okay?”

“I . . . I . . .”

“Bluebelle,” he said sharply. “Do as your Daddy says. Right now.” He detested having to get so firm with her when she had been through an ordeal. But they had to get out of here before things really became dire.

With a sob, she moved, grabbing the gun and switching on the safety. She couldn’t manage to get it into his pocket, though.

“It’s all right, baby. Put it in my hands. Good girl. You’re doing so well. Are you cold?”

“What? I g-guess.”

Fuck. He didn’t know whether she was confused and breathing so shallowly because she was headed toward hypothermia or in shock.

Whatever it was, he had to get them out of there.

“Bebe, is there anything that will help take the tape off my wrists?”

She stared at him for a long moment, then looked around. She was fumbling, moving slowly, and he hated it. Then he noticed that she was actually limping.

Fuck.

“Baby, what did you do to your foot?”

“It hurts.”

Fuck.

She was really killing him.

He should have protected her! And he was still failing her. It was killing him.

Then he turned to Sebastian. Shit.

“He might have a knife on him, Bebe.”

A sob escaped her. “I don’t want to.”

“It’s all right, baby. You don’t have to. We’ll start walking. Come on.”

She shook her head and kneeled beside Sebastian to pat him down. Finally, she drew something from his pocket.

A pocketknife!

Opening it, she limped her way behind him to cut through the tape. She managed to nick him a few times, but he didn’t say anything.

As soon as his wrists were free, he put the gun in the back of his jeans and turned to grab the knife. Then he cut off her tape and drew her against him, hugging her tight.

“I . . . I think I k-killed him.”

“Don’t think about it now, baby,” he told her.

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