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My eyes narrowed, but I didn’t say anything to interrupt him. Jas stayed quiet, too, recognizing the importance of doing so.

“I needed to gain some sympathy and one of my former colleagues had a kidnapping scare years ago. His numbers had risen drastically in the polls. Mine did too, I took the lead after she was kidnapped.”

None of us had even been paying attention to the press or the campaign or maybe we’d have realized what Senator Michaels was up to. Who would have thought that he’d do something like this though?

“You almost got your daughter killed for votes?”

All three of us looked over at Kip. There was murder written all over his face. He rammed Jas, knocking him off the senator and began whaling on the man.

It took both Jas and I to drag him off. “Wait! You fucking asshole I need him coherent!”

That seemed to penetrate the fog of rage that was clouding Kip’s mind. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to beat the life out of the man myself. “Who did you call?” I asked, glaring down at the bleeding broken man on the marble floor.

He groaned, a fountain of blood spraying out of his mouth. He was being dramatic. He’d have bruises and a busted nose but he’d live.

“Who did you fucking call?”

His eyes met mine and he gave me a bloody smile. “You’ll find out.”

We looked at each other and raced outside to the SUV. Whatever his cryptic words meant, we knew it wasn’t good. We needed to get back to Bailey. I tossed Kip the keys. Turned out there was one time when I’d allow him to drive. When it didn’t matter if we got there in one piece, as long as we got there fast.

I dialed Brando first. “I need you to call in our plates to local law enforcement. Tell them it’s an emergency and not to pull us over. Kip’s driving.”

“Oh, fuck. Do you have a death wish?” I heard something rustling over the line then Brando was back. “What’s going on?”

“We think there’s going to be another attempt on Bailey. My dad is with her, but that’s it. We’re at least forty-five minutes out.”

“Thirty-two minutes,” Kip said as the SUV lurched forward, slinging gravel everywhere.

“We’re rolling that way too, but we’re not much better, twenty minutes,” Brando told me. “I’ll get the cops over there as soon as possible.”

“Thanks, Brando.” I hung up and held on while Kip wove in and out of traffic trying to get us home before it was too late.

CHAPTER32

Bailey

Isighed and stared at the book in my hands. The guys had gone to confront my dad about coming here to our home despite me asking them not to. I’d already taken care of it, but they were so overprotective it was like they couldn’t help themselves.

“They’ll be fine,” Ray said, patting my knee.

Smiling over at him, I covered his hand with mine. “I know.” I didn’t know. There were very high odds that they could end up in jail. My dad had a lot of pull and didn’t like to be thwarted. We’d thumbed our noses at him more than once. I was worried that without me there, things could escalate. “I appreciate you waiting here with me. You must get sick of babysitting duty.”

“Never. Besides, it’s good practice for when my next grandchild comes along.”

I laughed and laid a hand over my belly. Everyone had been thrilled when we told them we were expecting. I’d been nervous as hell because I figured everyone would pepper us with questions like, “who’s the father?”

No one did. They understood that all three of the men were the fathers. It didn’t matter biologically, just that my baby was going to be surrounded by doting parents, grandparents, and the rest of this huge family. I couldn’t be happier. Well, I could if my father would just get out of my life.

I opened my mouth to ask Ray a question when a flash of something at the window made me pause. It was dark outside so I wasn’t sure I’d really seen something. “Did you see that?”

He glanced over at the window and frowned. “What?”

Shaking my head, I laughed. “Nothing, I guess.”

Ray’s eyes narrowed on my face. “What did you see?”

“I don’t know. A flash. Like someone ran by.”

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