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They’re certainly going to have to wait, though. Rex is a man on a fucking mission now that I’ve told him what Beau and Annmarie have been up to in regard to my little darling. He’s fuming mad if the way he’s stomping up the stairs from the basement is anything to go by. I follow behind him at a slower, more careful pace because of the precious cargo in my arms. I don’t want to risk taking a misstep and accidentally falling with her in my arms or dropping her. I’d never forgive myself if I accidentally caused her any type of harm.
Rex slams open the door at the top of the stairs, causing a loud crashing sound to echo all around us. Thankfully, by some miracle the noise doesn’t startle my little darling awake. The last thing I need right now while we try to come up with a plan is an inconsolable baby.
“Rex.” I hiss loudly.
He turns around to look at me, and immediately his eyes soften, and he looks more than a little sheepish. I’m pretty sure he knows what I was about to say and feels bad for the slamming of the door.
“Shit. I’m sorry, Dre. I didn’t even think.”
“It’s okay. She’s still asleep. Let’s just keep it down so we don’t disturb her. Trust me, you don’t want to wake her up when she’s not ready. She’ll let you know loudly how much she dislikes having her sleep interrupted.”
His lip slightly tips at the right side in the smallest smile I think I might have ever seen before he spins on his heels and carries on making his way into whatever space the door leads. He waits for me just outside the opening to the door. I have no idea what’s waiting for me on the other side, but deep down I know everything will be okay as long as Rex is with me. He radiates a protective presence that I so desperately need right now.
Stepping through the doorway, I stop standing next to Rex. I glance around what turns out to be the kitchen. It’s outdated as all hell, looking like something out of the 80s with its honey oak cabinets with the brass handles and the tiled countertops. The throwback kitchen doesn’t hold my attention for long. Not when I catch sight of Annmarie tied to a wooden kitchen chair surrounded by two other men that look just as badass as Rex.
“Dre I’d like you to meet Anarchy and Phantom. It looks like they found the missing waste of air while I was downstairs dealing with that shitstain on society.”
I have to hold back a laugh at the way he describes Annmarie and Beau. This isn’t the time to be laughing uncontrollably even though I want to do nothing more than that. His descriptions are accurate as fuck while also being creative. I wonder what other unique ways he’s going to come up with to describe them.
“Nice to meet you both. I wish it was under better circumstances, though. I’m glad to see you left her conscious, though; maybe one of you can get some answers out of her before Beau rejoins the land of the living. I’d like to have something in the works asap. I can’t leave things to chance.” I babble.
It seems like once I start to speak, everything I’m thinking can’t help but tumble out of my mouth. Maybe it’s because I haven’t really had a chance for the past year to really talk and be listened to. Everything I’ve said since I’ve been here hasn’t been listened to once. Beau and Annmarie couldn’t have cared one bit about anything I’ve had to say.
Rex’s hand gently comes and rests on my shoulder. Providing me with the physical comfort I didn’t know I needed and craved. Stopping me from blurting out anything else uncontrollably.
“It’s okay, Dre. I promise you we’ll have all the answers we need and that you want before morning. Neither of them are going to be keeping what they know to themselves.”
“Thank you, Rex.” I say as I turn to face him.
I need him to see the sincerity in my eyes as well as hear it in my voice. To understand just what this all means to me. He only came here to rescue me, and he’s done that. He didn’t need to take the rest of this shitty situation on, but he is. Without a second thought. From his original reaction, it was like he didn’t even think twice about it. Willing to act and put an end to not only whatever Beau and Annmarie’s entire criminal enterprise consists of but also destroy the buyer too. I don’t know what Idid to get so lucky that this was the type of man to find and free me, but I’m not going to complain.
“Anarchy, gag that bitch. We need to talk, and I don’t want to hear a peep out of her until I’m ready to get answers.” Rex says as he turns back to face the rest of the room.
The man on the right moves to stand in front of Annmarie; I can’t fully see what’s happening, but he’s clearly determined to get her gagged whether she likes it or not. When he moves again, the gag is in place, and Annmarie is staring straight at me. Anger burning in her gaze.
Honestly, it’s nothing new. It’s the way she’s been looking at me since they brought me here. Since I refused to do what they wanted. Unlike Beau, she didn’t use her fists to show her displeasure. No, just like when I was younger, she used her looks and words. Not that anything she said or did had any impact on me. I learned a long time ago to let anything she threw my way go straight over my head. Her opinion became insignificant to me when I was younger, and it’s still as insignificant now.
As Rex removes his hand from where it’s been resting on my shoulder, I have to hold back from reacting to the coldness that immediately starts to seep into me without his comforting touch. The way my body reacts to him, a man I’ve only just met, is more than a little bit confusing. Hell, my thoughts where he is concerned are just as baffling. I don’t know what it is about Rex, but he has a serious effect on my body and mind. One I’m not used to. I’m going to have to spend some serious time thinking about all this, but later. When I have a moment to spare. I don’t have that luxury right now. There’s just far too much that needs to be discussed with these men and to be handled.
His comforting touch is back in a matter of moments; this time he places his warm palm at the base of my back. He guides me further into the room and towards the table where Anarchy and Phantom have already moved and taken seats. Rex pulls outone of the chairs and gestures with his free hand for me to take a seat. I can’t help but flash him a grateful smile. I’m not used to this sort of treatment. It’s making me feel all warm and fuzzy. The way this man treats me is really going to my head.
Once I’m seated, Rex takes his own seat in the empty chair next to me, which places him across the table from Phantom. Anarchy is opposite me, and I can see the curiosity in his gaze as he looks at my little darling in my arms. Can’t really blame him for that one. If I were in his shoes, I’d be more than a little curious about her too.
“Clearly there are things we didn’t know about before we launched the mission to rescue Dre if the baby in his arms is anything to go by.” Anarchy says breaking the silence.
I can’t help but let out a snort at his words. I can only imagine the amount of shit they have no idea about. Their focus. Their goal was rescuing me after all. I can’t imagine they managed to uncover all the shit Beau and Annmarie have their fingers in. Hell, the only reason I know about it all is because they like the sound of their voices so much and couldn’t seem to help but give those stereotypical villain speeches all the fucking time.
“Did you really need to state the obvious?” Phantom asks as he side-eyes Anarchy. I can’t help but startle slightly at the deep, hard voice that comes from him. I was not expecting him to have such a deep voice.
“Don’t you two start. We still need to get Beau from the basement so he can join his wife over there, but first you need to know what Dre told me.” Rex stops and blows out a deep breath as his body starts to vibrate with rage. With the arm I’m not using to support my little darling, I reach under the table and place my hand on his knee and squeeze him gently in support. Unseen to the other men at the table, he reaches for my hand on his knee, turning it over so he can grab hold of my hand. After a quick squeeze, he doesn’t let go like I expect. Instead, he keeps afirm grip on me as he continues to speak, “The buyer they found for the little one in Dre’s arms is due in the next few days.”
“Do we know who?” Anarchy asks, voice filled with a lethal edge that makes it more than clear he’s capable and as familiar with violence as I know Rex is. It’s one of those things you can just tell, and all three of these men give off those vibes loud and fucking clear.
“Not yet. Dre hasn’t had a chance to tell me more than that, and anything he doesn’t know we’ll be learning from Beau and Annmarie. I don’t suppose one of you wants to go and grab Beau from where I left him unconscious in the basement and the other figure out what we’ve got food-wise while I go take Dre somewhere he can go and get cleaned up. I’m sure he’s more than ready for a decent shower after being down there all this time.”
I can’t disagree with him there. I’m more than ready to wash away the lingering feeling of being in that basement. I feel icky, and I know I have got to smell so fucking ripe. It’s not like I’ve been able to have a decent shower or clean myself up properly in all the time I’ve been here. Yeah, I would definitely appreciate the chance to clean up and change. Hopefully, Rex is comfortable with children because someone is going to need to take over holding my little darling while I get myself sorted. The only person I feel okay with handing her over to is him.
Chapter Eleven
