Page 346 of Tempted By her Daddies

Fuckwit.

Like she was going to allow that to happen. As they reached the dock where the boat was, she caught sight of something by the water. Was someone there?

Well, now was as good a time as ever.

She reared up and wrapped her arm around the front of Mark’s neck, holding onto it with her other hand and started to choke him. He bent over, moving around, and trying to dislodge her but she held on as hard as she could.

Fuck, why didn’t he go down?

Her father turned and drew his gun. Shit! She was going to die. They were all going to die.

And then someone appeared out of nowhere behind him. They started wrestling for control of the gun just as Mark finally collapsed to the ground. She slid off Mark and jumped onto her feet.

She could end him. Her tormentor. Her torturer. Her father.

Or she could go after them. Make certain they got away safe.

There was no real choice, was there?

She had to get to them. Turning, she took off toward the hut.

“Wait! Tamsyn!”

“Stop!”

She ignored the cries from behind her. She didn’t know how many people were there, but surely, they could handle her father while she rescued her men?

Then she saw them. They were running toward her, and she collapsed onto her knees.

Thank God.

There was a low rumble then the ground shook as the hut and building went on fire. The explosives! Oh God, was anyone hurt?

She managed to get to her feet, stumbling toward her men once more. Then she heard people yelling from behind her and she turned to see Pinky running toward the greenery.

Her father.

He disappeared into the bush.

Turning, she saw her guys were all getting up. They were all right.

But there was no way her father was going to get off scot-free.

Tamsyn was aware of others taking off after him, but she was closer. And only she knew where he would be headed.

He always had other escape routes and there was a helicopter hidden deep in the island.

So she took off after him. Despite her injuries, she somehow found the energy to move.

“Tamsyn!”

“Baby, wait!”

“Bunny!”

She couldn’t fall apart and she couldn’t stop. But her body wasn’t going to let her keep going. She fell to her knees in a small clearing. Looking back, she saw them there.

“I . . . need . . . get to . . . him.”

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