Page 47 of Keegan's Promise

I’m choking on fear as I gun the engine, racing back toward the house with my heart in my throat. I pray to God that we’re overreacting. That they don’t know where she is.

I’ll get there, and she and the baby will be just fine. Giant will be at the kitchen table, eating breakfast and talking Landry’s goddamn ear off. It’ll be business as us–

My phone vibrates across the console with an alert, halting that thought in its tracks. I hear Dillon’s phone beeping in my ear at the same time, and my goddamn heart stops.

“Her panic button,” I whisper, gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles are white. A wave of pure fucking terror washes through me, turning the world white around me. “That’s her panic button.”

“Get there, Keegan,” Dillon growls half a second before I hear his sirens blaring.

I push the gas, pressing for more speed.

The phone vibrates again, Giant’s name flashing on the screen this time.

“It’s Giant,” I mutter to Dillon before stabbing the button to answer his call. “Please tell me that you’re there.”

“I’m on my way, brother,” he says, his voice grim.

Christ, he isn’t there. She’s all alone.

I battle back a howl of fury, choking on it.

“Dallas lost track of Garrick Albright late last night. Dillon just found out.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. I’ll be there in less than five.”

“I’ll be there in three,” I say.

“If you get a shot, take it,” Giant instructs me. “Don’t hesitate because he won’t.”

I blow through the light on Broadway, and Dillon rounds the corner in his SUV, damn near on two wheels.

“Dillon is right behind me.”

“Good. Be there soon.” Giant disconnects.

“Giant is on the way,” I mutter as soon as the call swaps back to Dillon.

“Good. I’m behind you.”

“I see.” I inhale a shaking breath. “If he’s there…”

“We handle it,” Dillon says firmly. “He isn’t taking her or your baby, Keegan. We aren’t letting that happen.”

We can’t let it happen. I won’t fucking survive if it does. They’re my purpose. I felt like I started living when I found her in Colorado. And then she disappeared before I even had a chance to make her mine. I spent a year in hell, trying to figure out how the fuck I could miss someone so badly after a single day. How I could need someone in my life so much after a single day. I never came up with an answer. I just came up with her.

It’s her. It’s just what she does to me. It’s what she means to me. It’s how she makes me feel. Now that she’s back, my goddamn world makes sense. I feel like I can breathe.

“Fuck,” I groan, slamming on the brakes outside the house, my heart in my throat. The front door is standing wide open, and there’s a fucking body in the doorway. “Dillon…”

“I see him,” Dillon says, his voice sharp as he skids to a stop behind me.

I grab my handgun from the glove compartment and jump out, leaving the truck running.

“Landry!” I shout, racing toward the house with Dillon on my heels. Praying.

The motherfucker on the porch is covered in blood, bleeding out.

“That’s the uncle. Daniel Corbett,” Dillon says, not even stopping to check on him. He just steps over him, his gun drawn.

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