Page 71 of Broken Daddy

Move, Devi!

Turning, she unlocked the door to the trailer.

Her hands were shaking which made it nearly impossible and she almost dropped her keys twice.

Now was not the time for her to be clumsy! Opening the door, she stumbled inside and turned to shut the door behind her, locking it. Then she backed away.

Devi was all too aware that it wouldn’t take much for him to break in here.

And punish her.

She was dead.

There was no way she was getting out of this. Why hadn’t she run?

Where would she run to? She didn’t want to drag anyone else into this.

She got the feeling that Vega wouldn’t hesitate to take out anyone who helped her.

Devi glanced around for a weapon just as there was a loud knock on the door. She screamed.

Shit. Why did she do that? If she wanted him to leave her alone, then she really needed to stop reacting. She had to pretend that she wasn’t completely and utterly terrified of him.

Because it seemed like he got off on scaring her.

He really was a freaking psychopath.

“Bad move, Mouse,” he said through the door.

Yeah, he didn’t have to point that out. She got it.

“Call me when he returns.”

Was that it? He wasn’t going to break in here and kill her?

Devi wasn’t sure how long she sat there, waiting for him to retaliate. But she finally realized that she was cold and cramped and that he had gone quiet.

Moving to the window, she drew back the curtain with a whimper and peered out.

It didn’t seem like anyone was there.

Still. There was no way she was sleeping tonight. She turned on all the lights in the trailer and made her way into her bedroom.

What she needed was a weapon. Some way to defend herself.

What you really need is to get out of here.

Yeah. No kidding.

She needed to get far away from Vega, from her father.

Speaking of no-hope losers . . . where the fuck was Derick? And what sort of trouble had he gotten her mixed up in now?

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She looked like hell.

His protective instincts went into overdrive as he studied her.