Page 55 of Stealing His Christmas Present

“We need to get out of here,” he said.

“What about the women? We can’t just leave them—”

“They’ll be fine. They’re free now. I found a phone and gave it to them so they could call the cops. They won’t tell anyone we were here. Come on.”

“But what if more traffickers show up before the cops?”

“I already told my men to alert me if something like that happens.”

“Oh, okay.”

We hurried out of the house and back to the car.

“Shit!” I said when we got to the car.

“What?”

“We don’t have car seats for the twins!”

Pablo’s brow furrowed. “You’ll have to hold them in the back seat.”

“Okay.”

He opened the door for me, and I got in with Sofia. Then he gave me Gianni. I held the twins tightly in my arms as Pablo put a seatbelt over me.

“I’ll drive slowly,” he said as he got in the car.

“No. Don’t. We need to get them to Stella so she can feed them or get them to a doctor. Please. She has to be with my family at home. My home.” I met his gaze as he looked over his shoulder. “I promise I’ll come back with you. We don’t have what we need to make sure the twins are fine. If they get dehydrated or—”

“Okay,” he said.

“Thank you.” If I wasn’t sure about it before, now I was.

Pablo was a good person.

There was no doubt about that.

A bad guy wouldn’t risk his life to save his own children, let alone someone else’s that weren’t even related to him in any way.

And there was no trace of his anger anywhere in his eyes.

Now there was just him.

My Pablo.

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