Page 172 of Broken Daddy
“No, it was fucking Derick’s. Christ. Where is he now? Have they found him? The guys that took him? And what about fucking Vega? I can’t believe that Derick tried to sell you to repay his debt. I’m going to . . .” his voice trailed off as he seemed to remember where he was and that it wasn’t safe to make threats. “Shit.”
“Vega helped me. And there’s another reason for this call. Derick is dead. They found his body abandoned out by some trail.”
She didn’t know how else to say it. There was no sugarcoating what happened to their father.
“I figured he was. They wouldn’t have taken him unless they had something serious planned for him. Good riddance.”
She should probably scold him for saying that. But it wasn’t anything she hadn’t thought.
“That doesn’t mean you’re safe, though. The Satan’s Sons won’t be happy that you spoke to the cops. Damn it. I need to get out of here so I can protect you. Where are you going after the hospital?”
“Mac offered me a room. So did Silla.”
“Devi, no. You can’t stay with Mac. Christ, he can’t defend you. He’d be a liability. And Silla? No way. She wouldn’t know one end of a gun from another. You need proper protection. You need to go to Freddy.”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Yes, he’s the only one that can help you. He won’t let those bastards get to you.”
“I can’t, Ro. He scares me.”
“He’s my best friend. Go to him. Shit. My time is up. Is there anything else you need?”
She wasn’t going to burden him with what to do about Derick’s body. Besides, she had some idea of what he’d say.
“No, I’m fine. I don’t know when I’ll get in to see you, though.”
His face tightened. “Do not worry about me. I’ll be fine as long as you’re safe. If you need to get me any messages, send them with that firecracker lawyer. How did you find the funds to pay for her?”
“Um, that’s something we’re in negotiations over.”
“All right. As long as it doesn’t affect your exhibition. You can still do that, right? How bad is your arm? And your cheek?”
His face was growing dark with anger. That was the last thing she wanted . . . for him to lose his temper while in jail.
“It’s fine. I’m all good. I love you.”
“Love you too, Dee-dee.”
The screen went dark before she could say anything more.
Shit.
There was no way she was going to Freddy. But he was right, she’d be putting Mac and Silla in danger if she stayed with them.
Which really only left one choice.
A few minutes later, the door to her room opened and Gwen strode in with Hayes and Dominic walking in behind her.
“Damn it, Gwen. I told you to wait for me to check rooms before you go into them.”
“You’re not my bodyguard, you’re my man.”
“That’s the same thing,” Dominic told her firmly.
Gwen looked at him lovingly for a moment before turning back to her. “Now, what’s this nonsense about you not going to Sanctuary Ranch with Hayes?”
“Gwen,” Dominic said in a warning voice.
