Page 89 of The Ranger
“Where I’m going with all this is that I think I love your daddy.It can be our secret.He has terrible TV taste, but he gives wonderful hugs.”And other things.“His mom, your grandma, is also amazing, which is good because on my side, not so much.One loving grandmother is better than none.Trust me.”
I should know.
I didn’t have anyone.Ever.
No wonder it's so hard for me to trust anyone in my life.
“I can tell Cole is going to be an amazing father.He is going to love you so hard.He already does.”
God, he must be losing his mind right now.I’m trying so hard to keep our baby alive and safe, but the truth is I’m powerless.If those men—
The door flies open.
I let out a cry and scramble back against the wall as hard as I can.
“Please, my baby,” I plead, and start sobbing.I’m exhausted and hungry, dehydrated and terrified.Never in my life did I think I might have to know how to get out of a hostage or kidnapping situation.
I don’t even know why I’m here.
Is it something to do with the Black Hawke Security team?Or Cole?
Or just a random kidnapping?
“So, you’re his girl,” an Asian man says, striding towards me.He crouches and grins at me like we’re at a social event.
I am too scared to say anything, but as his words begin to sink in, I realize he’s talking about Cole.
I’m working undercover this week.
Oh god.
What has he done?
Is he dead?
Have they hurt him, too?
“Mr.Cole poked his nose into my business, and unfortunately for you, that’s not good.”
I tremble, and it seems to make him happy because he laughs, then stands, sniffs the rancid air and looks disgusted.
Barking out some command in the foreign language, he gags.
Well, fuck him.
They never provided me a bathroom.
“Please.I don’t know anything about this.I’m a hairstylist.I don’t work for BHS.I’m nobody,” I plead.
The man goes still, his face darkening.
“Who?”
My brain scrambles for the right thing to say as he reaches down and pulls on my arm, forcing me to my feet.
“Who?”
“BHS.Black Hawke Security,” I cry, the pain in my arm matches the tightness around my abdomen.“Let me go, oh god, oh shit.”
