Page 70 of Lone Star Country Protector
Greg’s body stiffened. The sharp point pressed a little harder into Blakely’s neck.
“Please, Greg,” Blakely managed to say. “Don’t do this. We’ll get help for you. You still have a family.” The thought this man could have hurt Chase had to be pushed out of her thoughts. She had to find a way to win him over. “We’ll be there for you.”
“Where have you been?” Greg asked. “You’re just saying that now because you don’t want to die.”
“No, I don’t,” Blakely admitted as Dalton set Bethany on top of the covers.
“Back off,” Greg said, his full attention on Dalton.
Could she make a move?
Distracted by Dalton, Greg released the pressure on her neck. It was now or never.
Blakely bucked. Greg lost his balance. He brought hishand down to stabilize himself but ended up grabbing a handful of glass.
He bit out a string of curses as she rolled away, out of reach.
Dalton stepped in between them and drew his weapon. He identified himself to Greg and read the man his rights.
Bethany came to. “Where’s Chase?”
“You’ll never find him,” Greg spit out as hospital security flooded the room. “He’s gone.”
Blakely felt sick. She grabbed her stomach as Bethany leaned over and threw up.
“No,” her sister said. “You couldn’t hurt our baby. Could you?”
Greg sneered as he was being placed into zip cuffs.
Please. Please. Please be bluffing.
“Where is he?” Bethany chanted as she managed to push off the bed and throw herself toward Greg. “I wasn’t perfect, and neither were you. But Chase is innocent. He’s just a boy.”
Seeing her sister plead ripped Blakely’s heart out.
“Let’s go,” she said to her sister. “We need to find Chase.”
Dalton helped, asking security to have the police meet them at Bethany’s home.
Fear and anger balled up together as Blakely managed to help her sister to the truck. A decoy. It made sense. The shot had come through the window after Blakely’s attack.
Dalton drove like the street was on fire behind him. Blakely called out directions. Was the stranger who Greg had promised a payout to at Bethany’s house right now? Did he have Chase? Or was Chase…
Blakely couldn’t let herself think her nephew was gone.
All three of them flew out of the vehicle as Blakely fumbled for the key to unlock the door. All the lights were out.From the outside, it looked like a normal home. What were they going to find inside?
Dalton took the lead, flipping on lights as they ran through the downstairs, checking rooms.
“Chase,” Bethany called out.
A sleepy little boy appeared at the top of the stairwell.
“Mommy?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.
Despite everything she’d gone through physically, Bethany found a reserve of strength as she practically flew up the stairs. Adrenaline could do that to a person. Give them a burst of superhuman strength.
Dalton continued checking the home while Blakely joined her sister and nephew, wrapping them in a hug.
