Page 51 of Fighting Fate

“Tony, why are you calling?”

Sensing her unease, my heart begins to pound in my chest. I move closer to Dada and closer to the cell.

“Fuck. Am I on speakerphone?”

“Yes,” Dada says, throttling the phone like it’s a person. “Now out with it.”

“Ishethere?”

“Out with it.”

Tony curses then exhales then says, “We found Sofía.”

I let out a whoop that’s part relief, part joy, and partly a way to keep myself from full out weeping. “Is she okay then?”

“I knew he was there.”

“Tony, mate, is she safe?”

“She’s safe, and not to be messed with. She helped us rescue her. Kind of a bad ass that kid.”

My throat fills with heat, as Dada wipes away a tear that’s tracing down my cheek. “Can I talk with her? Is she there?”

“Fuck, no. That’s not how this works, Sean. She’s got clearance to get through, doctors to see, and therapists.” He pauses a beat and adds, “I’ll let you know.”

That’ll do. “Thanks, mate,” I manage, choked up beyond words and beyond grateful that she’s safe and being cared for.

“Gracias, hermano,” Dada says, before wiping the last of my tears and kissing me gently on the lips.

“Thank me by doing your job and getting where you fucking need to be.” He hangs up.

Tossing her phone, Dada wraps her arms around me, kisses me again and again. Slowly, I begin to believe it’s all real. I kiss her back until I’m aching to be inside her.

Breathing heavily, I say, “I’m not sure one man deserves so much good fortune in one day,” I clear my throat and squeeze her close. “You’re here, luv. Sofía’s safe.”

“Better than safe. I intend to get all the details on how she helped those who went in to rescue her.”

I smile against her lips. “All this time, I’d imagined Sofía as the child who needed me and my help, but that clever lass showed me she was a survivor. I’m grateful to know it, and even more set on following her lead by taking down those who hurt her.”

“Which is why,” Dada kisses each of my checks before pushing gently away from me as I groan my despair. “I have to get,” she lowers her voice, “where I fucking need to be.”

We laugh. She yawns exaggeratedly as she climbs out of bed and says, “And me with barely two hours’ sleep.”

I grin, remembering how she coaxed me from sleep this morning. I’d woken, moaning and throbbing, to find she had my cock in her mouth. “Hottest thing I’ve ever awaken to.”

She sighs and stares longingly at me. “One day, we’ll be able to stay in bed together, Sean.” She blows me a kiss.

Ach. She’s so beautiful. “You’ve perfected walking away, luv.”

She shakes her bottom at me.

“That’s torture. Get back here.”

Laughing evilly, she closes the bathroom door.

I relax back into the pillow and drift off, thinking of the best wake-up call of my life.

Then Dada screams.

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