Page 102 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“Corbin! Knife!” she cried. “Help! Knife!”

Corbin was doing surprisingly well against the guy who was a lot bigger than him. Then again, he didn’t seem to have the same skills Corbin did. He was running at him, slashing without any real thought. He seemed to think he could outfight Corbin simply by being bigger.

And the knife! Don’t forget the knife!

“Bebe! Run!” Corbin yelled. “Back to Hayes. Now!”

Hayes! She had to get Hayes. He could help.

But she couldn’t leave Corbin. She just couldn’t! It didn’t feel right to run away, even if she knew he wouldn’t be happy with her. Instead, she looked around for something to hit the attacker with!

Who was this guy?

Was this her stalker? Was it real? Was he attacking Corbin first to get him out of the way and then he was going to go after her?

Finally, she spotted a stick lying on the ground. Picking it up, she ran at the guy who Corbin was fighting off. Corbin landed a knee to his gut. This was her moment to help! But then Corbin glanced over at her, a look of horror filling his face.

“Bebe! No! Run!”

That moment of distraction was enough for this guy to regain his breath. Standing, he stabbed at Corbin’s chest. Corbin managed to dodge at the last moment, but the knife still slashed his arm.

“Nooo!” she screamed.

“Hey! What the fuck!”

Glancing over, she saw Hayes racing toward them. The attacker must have seen him too and decided that three-on-one wasn’t odds he liked because he turned and took off.

She stood there, panting in shock, unsure what to do or feel.

“What the hell?” Hayes said. “What happened?”

“Fucking bastard was waiting for us. Jumped out at us from that driveway. Didn’t see him hiding there in the dark. He had a knife. I would have had him, but . . .”

They both turned to look at her.

Corbin would have had him if it weren’t for her.

Oh no.

What had she done? She was an idiot. She’d just about gotten Corbin badly hurt.

Wait! He was hurt! Dropping the tree branch, she ran toward him.

“You’re hurt!” she cried. “Oh my God! You’re bleeding.”

This was her fault. She’d distracted him and now he was bleeding.

“We need to get you home. No! To the hospital. We need to go to the hospital. Hayes! Go back and get the car!”

“He will not do that,” Corbin growled at her while he took hold of her shoulders with his hands.

What was he doing? He shouldn’t be using his arm! He was bleeding.

“Here! Let me use this to wrap around it.” She started to draw off her jacket, but he gave her a sudden, quick shake.

Bebe stared up at him in shock. “Corbin! Stop moving!”

“What were you thinking, Bebe!” he practically roared.

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