Page 164 of Broken Daddy
But she didn’t want to lie to Hayes.
“He said not to tell. And he’s scary. More scary in some ways than Fury. Even though he’s never hurt me. Well, not much.”
“Not. Much?” he asked in a deadly voice.
“If I tell you will you promise me not to go after him?”
“Not. Much.”
That was all he said.
“I can’t tell you, then,” she replied.
“Devi,” he growled.
“I can’t. You can’t go after him!”
“What if I ring this number?”
Shit. She hadn’t thought of that. Actually, it was a bit weird that Vega had cards with his number on it.
Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he tapped on it and held it to his ear.
“This is a bad idea,” she told him.
Hayes pulled the phone away from his ear with a frown. “Number not found.”
Vega must have changed his number.
Relief flooded her.
Hayes crossed his arms over his chest, staring down at her intently. “Tell me.”
“Promise you won’t go after him?”
“I won’t go after him. I promise.”
Okay. She believed him. “His name is Vega. He went to my school, and I haven’t seen him much since he left. I didn’t have any interaction with him until . . . well, I think it was that night after you first spoke to me in the café. I bumped into him at the trailer park.”
“He lives there?”
“No. Apparently, he was there to talk to my father.” He was going to hate this next part. “Vega works for a . . . a man who runs brothels. And according to Rohan, some of those women aren’t there willingly.”
Hayes started to swear. “What did he want with your father?”
“My dad must have been pestering some of his ‘girls’ for a meeting with his boss.”
“About what?”
“Me,” she whispered.
“What. The. Fuck.”
“Apparently Derick wanted to . . . to sell me so he could have money to finance his debt with the Satan’s Sons.”
“That motherfucking bastard!” Hayes roared.
A nurse popped her head through the door and glared at him. “You will have to be quiet or leave.”
