Page 192 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“H-he t-threatened to k-kill you if I y-yelled out. So I didn’t. But w-what if that was our ch-chance?”

“Baby, whatever decision you made in the heat of the moment was the right one. Don’t second guess yourself.”

She nodded and buried her face into his chest. “Sorry. Sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” He looked around for any sort of weapon. He had some tools back here but they were in a toolbox, and it would be hard to get to them with his arms behind him.

The truck slowed and turned. Where the hell was this asshole taking them? And who was he?

The road became bumpier. Likely not a road at all but a track leading into the woods.

Fuck.

This wasn’t good. He had to force himself not to tense. The last thing he wanted was to scare his girl.

“Baby, do you know who it is?”

She shook her head. “A man, I think. He’s got wide shoulders and is big and strong. I don’t know. He had a mask on. I don’t know.”

“That’s all right. Bebe, there’s a toolbox in here. I can’t get to it, but you might be able to since he tied your arms in front ofyou. Do you think you can be brave and find it? Maybe search through for some sort of tool I can use?”

How he was going to swing it, he had no idea . . .

He also wasn’t sure why the guy had tied Bebe’s hands in front of her. Obviously he didn’t see her as a threat.

The truck slowed even further as the terrain grew rougher, and something scraped along the carriage.

Was this even a track?

Bebe moved away and he hated not having her near him, but he trusted her to do what needed to be done.

“I’ve found it. I’m opening it.”

The truck came to a stop. Fuck!

“Bebe, come back here. Quick.”

She scooted toward him, just as the back of the truck opened and the guy grabbed him, hauling him out. He nearly fell onto his ass as the world around him spun.

Fuck.

He’d been hit harder than he’d thought which was going to make everything more complicated. He glanced around but didn’t recognize the area. Although the fact that it was dark didn’t help.

Just as he’d thought, though, they hadn’t been traveling on a road for the last fifteen minutes at least.

The tracker in his truck should still work.

He hoped.

Regardless, Corbin needed to do something about this guy before he could harm Bebe.

He reached in and grabbed her, dragging her out.

“Hey! Easy, asshole!” Corbin snarled as the bastard dropped Bebe on the ground.

She let out a small moan of pain and he agitatedly moved closer to her, needing to protect her.

“Your bitch is fine,” the guy grunted out.

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