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She pushes her hair over her shoulder, and I see the marks on her arms like someone has grabbed her hard. Fuck! “Are you okay? I know that it’s none of my business, but I can help you if you are in trouble.”

Her head drops and she starts crying. I want to reach out and touch her so badly but I let her cry and stand waiting for her to come to me.

I hand her a paper towel so she can wipe under her eyes and she lets out a deep breath. “I went out with him earlier today. I’m not from here; I’m from another state actually. I’m so scared and I’ve written notes to the waiters wanting help, but they haven’t noticed. Only you have.”

My eyes fill with tears. I can’t fathom how scared she has been. “I’m so sorry! You’re going to come with me and I won’t let him hurt you,” I promise.

The door to the bathroom opens. “Who is him, may I ask?” I whip around and come face to face with the man who kidnapped her.

Oh shit.

CHAPTER 11

SUMMER

I don’t say anything. I just push her further into the bathroom away from him. She’s shaking with fear, her hands clutching the back of my cut.

His nose flares and I can see the anger rising inside of him, ready to blow his top. The door shuts behind him as he steps closer to me.

“Answer me,” he demands but I don’t say a word.

“Get inside the stall and lock the door,” I tell her, holding the door open for her to go inside.

“You bitch!” he screams at me.

The door is pushed open as Walker and Darren step inside. “Who is the bitch, bitch?” Walker asks, grabbing him by the back of his hair, pulling him down onto the ground onto his knees with his head pulled backwards.

His face is red from the pain he’s in being bent. Darren walks to me pulling me to his chest. “What the fuck happened in here? Did he hurt you?” he asks me.

I shake my head no before answering, eyeing the pathetic loser on the ground. “He didn’t touch me, but he kidnapped that girl in there. I noticed something was off with her and I came in here,” I explain quickly.

“She’s lying! I didn’t kidnap that girl,” he tries to argue, trying to stand up. “Sit the fuck still before I lose all of my self-control. I don’t have much, fucker,” Walker growls at him, pulling him down hard, his face hitting the ground with a thud.

“Sweetheart, you can come out now,” I tell her softly.

Slowly, the door opens and she peeks out the door. I take her hand, which is cold and shaking. She eyes the man on the ground. “I need to call my brother and my parents,” she tells me sounding like a young girl.

“How old are you?” I ask her.

“Twenty.” She is young. “He threw my phone out in Alabama where I’m from.” I take out my phone and hand it to her immediately. “Let’s go get you some food and let my men here take care of the trash, okay?” I give them a look that says to fuck him up.

Walker winks at me and Darren holds the door opens for us. The waitress looks like she doesn’t care at all. She barely looks over when we leave the bathroom.

As we are walking back, I’m trying to soothe her. “By the way, my name is Summer.” I wave the waitress over and let her order herself some food before handing her my phone to call her family. “Hello, Daddy?” Her voice cracks when she says his name.

I rub her back as she tells him what happened to her, my heart breaking all over again. “I was walking to my car after dinner when he suggested to get a movie. I didn’t want to go but I went anyway and he just kept on driving and now I’m in Texas.”

She quiets as someone speaks to her over the line before looking over at me. “He wants to speak to you.”

I take the phone from her and slide out of the booth so she can eat her food in peace. “Hello, this is Summer.”

“First, I want to thank you for what you have done for my baby. You probably saved her life. I’m in Alabama but can I send you some money to put her in a hotel?”

“She can come home with me.” I look over at her. “I don’t think she should be alone right now. I’m a therapist if that makes you feel better,” I throw out there.

He lets out a deep breath and I hear a bunch of people running around in the background. “Where is the person who did this?”

Do I tell him?

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