Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Keane was confused. Jack was on a rant explaining all the bodily torture he intended to inflict on them while Deputy Morgan told him it was a bad idea to threaten murder in front of law enforcement deputies.
“What did I lie about?” Keane asked, but the room had erupted.
Deputy Morgan was trying to get the situation in hand. Garrett and Jack were arguing about… He was pretty sure it was everything.
In the midst of the chaos, a younger deputy ran up to the sheriff. “We have trouble coming.”
The sheriff gestured to the room. “More than this?”
“So much more,” the deputy affirmed. “The daughter just walked in.”
Olivia was here, and so was the hurricane he’d been waiting for.
Chapter Fourteen
Olivia started for the steps that led to the entrance of the sheriff’s department.
“Livie!” her mom called out and proved that her papa could drive fast when he wanted to.
Olivia had tried to leave them behind since they’d had a hand in this, too. Oh, not like her dad, but they knew something was going on and hadn’t told her. They claimed it was because she was delicate after the events of the evening.
Everyone was about to find out how not delicate she was.
If she’d learned one thing from this whole evening, it was what she wanted. When she felt the drug start to take over, the only thought she had in her brain was about them. Keane and Garrett. When she was trying so hard to fight and then she was in Garrett’s arms and the world was okay again. The last thing she’d heard was Keane’s voice.
Baby, baby, hold on. Hold on. Please hold on.
There had been unspoken words in his tone, in the way she’d been almost certain he cried.
I love you.
She hadn’t been able to speak. But she had her voice back now, and she was going to use it to save her men. From her dad.
Luckily, she had her girls. Gigi and Miranda had her back when she told them she needed to get to the police station and figure out what was happening.
What she needed to do was get here and stop her father from making an ass of himself.
“You want me to distract them?” Gigi asked.
“I don’t think you should get into more trouble tonight. You’ve already helped Livie leave against medical advice,” Miranda pointed out. “Your dad is getting such a call tomorrow.”
Gigi’s shoulder shrugged. “And I’ll handle it because while I love Uncle Jack, he’s wrong about this. He’s overreacting and should have waited until he could hear Livie’s side of the story before he told the sheriff to arrest Keane.”
That was the news that had gotten her out of that hospital bed. She still didn’t understand exactly what had happened, but she knew one thing in the world. Keane wouldn’t drug her drink and try to kidnap her. Unless…
She would have to ask him, but she was pretty sure he didn’t do it. If he meant to play a scene with her, they would have talked about it and set boundaries, and he would never use actual drugs. Nope. Totally sure since her Master would never have put her in a position where she was vulnerable.
Though it would be fun for them to kidnap her and have their wicked way with her.
She would have called her dad, but she was certain he wouldn’t listen. She knew that for a fact since her dad had taken off for this very station without bothering to give her a heads-up that Keane was being arrested and he had something to do with that.
She loved her dad.
She was about to kick her dad’s ass.
“Livie.” Papa rushed up. “You have to understand. We learned something about Keane you don’t know.”
There was a look of sympathy on her mom’s face as she held Papa’s hand like she needed strength.
She went still. This was it. This was what Keane wasn’t saying, and her nosy father had found it out and was using it against him, which was precisely why he was afraid to tell her in the first place. She had been kind. And patient and loving, and she had almost cracked the walls around her Master, but then her dad comes in and trashes all her good work.
She pointed a finger her papa’s way. “Don’t you dare tell me. That is Keane’s story. Not yours. I told him he could tell me when he was ready.”
Her papa sighed. “Sweetie, it’s not good.”
“Then I’ll deal with it, but I know for damn certain that he didn’t do this.”
Her mom stared at her for a moment. “You’re sure about this man?”
Her mother was the reasonable one. Always. “Mom, I am sure about him. I would trust him with my life. Whatever his secret is there was a reason he did it.”
Her mom seemed to relax. “All right, then. I agree with you now that I know. Your father isn’t asking the right questions. He’s panicking.”