Page 196 of Filthy Savage

She looks right past me, as though not seeing me at all. Like she’s in damn shock, though who can blame her?

“We’ve gotta get moving,” Tynan says. “We need to get Fia before anyone else they may have working for them tips off that other bitch.”

I nod, kissing Amara on the forehead as I gather her in my arms, keeping her tight against my chest as I carry her out. “We’re gonna go home soon, I promise. We just have to get our baby back first.”

She doesn’t say a word even at that, staring aimlessly, and that fucking terrifies me.

Because what if, after everything, she’s not okay? What if I’ve really lost her?

I see her before she sees me, sitting in front of the TV, eating a bag of pretzels while the woman who took her paces with a phone to her ear.

If I were to guess, she’s calling her now-dead boyfriend. It’s a shame he’ll never witness what I do to her. And it’s an even bigger shame I didn’t get to kill him myself. The amount of rage I have inside me right now for what these assholes did to my family would scare even the craziest motherfucker.

As though sensing me, Fia looks to her right, her eyes expanding as she catches me from the edge of the small rectangular window.

I place a finger over my mouth so she knows to stay quiet.

She nods, while Lena continues to pace.

“Hey, kid, stay here, okay? I need to get some water.”

“Okay,” Fia says, glancing toward me.

I motion for her to stay quiet once again, and she does.

“On my count,” I whisper to my brothers and our men. “Then you storm in through the back while I go through the front. You get her, and I’ll grab Fia.”

They nod.

I raise a finger. Then two. Once I hit three, chaos erupts.

Within seconds, Lena’s scream for help dies out as I rush for my baby girl. Before I can pick the lock, she’s there, opening the front door.

“Daddy!” Fia runs into my arms as I drop to my knees, her small body crushing into mine.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” She backs off, her chin trembling. “That lady said she was Mommy’s friend and that Mommy had to go to the doctor. I didn’t wanna go, Daddy, but she made me.” Tears fill her eyes.

My veins turn ice-cold. She made my daughter cry.

“It’s okay, baby.” I cup the back of her head, and even through my fury, heavy relief hits me.

Both of my girls are okay. They’re alive. I don’t know what I would’ve done if…

I don’t even want to think about that.

“You ready?” Cillian’s voice rings behind Fia, and she turns toward it.

“Hi, Uncle Cillian.”

“Hey, love. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” She pouts. “I wanna go home. I want Mommy.”

My eyes lock with my brother’s before I’m cupping her face. “Mommy’s in the car. Go with your uncle to see her. Daddy just has to talk with the lady before we go home, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.” Her eyes light up at hearing that Amara—who didn’t say a word on the way here—is waiting for her.

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