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Salem shot him a surprised look, then nodded.

“How are we going to find her, though?” Roman asked. He peered around Alexei. “Are those guys doing a drug deal right out in the open?”

“Shit,” Salem said, looking even more stressed. The guy was going to give himself a heart attack. He’d been more relaxed the last week while their girl was with them. He hadn’t been working nearly as much. He’d been smiling. Having fun.

They were all different.

Roman came out of his room. And he was certainly showing a more dominant, forceful side.

And him? Well . . . he had become detached from the world. He hadn’t much cared about anything or anyone anymore.

Until her.

His girl.

His girl who had been living in this fucking slum.

Not. Acceptable.

“I guess we knock on every door until she answers or we find someone who knows her,” he said.

“In this neighborhood they’re not going to be very likely to tell us if they do know her,” Salem said.

“Money speaks,” Alexei said. He waited for Salem to protest. To tell him that they couldn’t bribe people to tell them what was going on.

Mr. Always-Do-The-Right-Thing surprised him by nodding without argument. His protectiveness had increased around Tamsyn.

And that was a good thing in Alexei’s mind.

“I shouldn’t have left for that meeting. I should have stayed with her. What kind of boyfriend am I? This is why I’d make a terrible Daddy Dom,” Roman said. “I just knew that.”

Alexei shared a look with Salem. This could set him back.

Roman’s family had done a real fucking number on him. Something else he thought Tamsyn could help with.

Fuck. She’d become so fucking important to them in such a short time.

“Actually the fact that you’re thinking and worrying about it tells me you’d make a better Daddy Dom than most,” Salem said mildly.

“And the way you fuss and worry over her,” Alexei added.

“Everyone makes mistakes,” Salem added. “I’ve made plenty.”

“You?” Roman asked, looking skeptical.

Salem snorted. “Yes, I make plenty of mistakes. More than I care to admit. And the only thing you can do is learn from them. I’m going to try and do that.”

Roman nodded solemnly.

“And we’ve seen you with Tamsyn, you might be a gentler, more subtle version than Salem and I . . . and perhaps you’d never be this way with anyone else, but you’re her Daddy.”

“All right.” Roman let out a breath. “Let’s do this.”

“Let’s do this,” Salem repeated grimly. “Find our girl.”

The knockon her door had her tensing and sliding to where she had a knife taped on the underside of the dining table.

The crappy door in this terrible apartment didn’t have a peephole. The first thing she’d done was put in a decent lock. That and buy roller skates.

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