Page 139 of The Dark Obsession

Malory

This is all because of me.

I wanted that damned ice cream.

No, no, no.

I… I can’t live without him.

He’s my life, my heart, my everything.

Unlike my father who’s sitting in the passenger seat with another intimidating man driving the armored vehicle.

Both of them wholeheartedly ignoring the meltdown I just had in the backseat at seeing Tyson being dragged away. Bruised, battered and bloody.

One of his arms hanging at an awkward angle, the shot wound in his leg leaving a trail of blood behind.

Lacing my arms tightly around my torso until it hurts, I hold myself together.

I can’t succumb to panic, not right now when he needs me the most.

There has to be a way out of this.

Tyson’s life depends on it and by extension mine because I can’t go on without him.

And I most definitely won’t go back to my previous life like none of this ever happened.Like we never were.

If that’s what my father expects me to do, he’ll be sorely disappointed to find out that his little girl is long gone.

Concentrating on getting my breathing under control, I blink away the tears. Taking deep, calming breaths.

That’s when I notice it.

A weight is pressing into my side where I’m leaning against the car door.

Tyson’s phone.

It’s in my pocket. I’ve forgotten this dress has freaking pockets!

Tyson must have slipped it in there when he squeezed my hip. I thought he was only reassuring me, but the man had a backup plan all along.

I know what I have to do now.Or once I get out of this prison of a car.

Looking through the rear window, I spot an identical vehicle trailing us. Though it’s not the one they put Tyson in.

They are taking him someplace else.

Great, this couldn’t get possibly worse.

And since when does my father keep hired guns as if kidnapping and torture are on his daily schedule.

I barely know the man whom I called dad all my life.

“Who are these people?” My voice is raspy from screaming, and I hate myself for the sniffle at the end.

“No one to concern yourself with, princess.” My father dismisses me as usual.

“Right. I presume the same applies to my brothers?”

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