Page 17 of Deviant Reign (Knight's Ridge Empire 6)

His eyes hold mine, allowing me to see just how much he loathes me for being a part of his daughter’s life. For being her husband.

“I know I fucked up, D. I fucking know. But I want her safe just as much as you do.”

He’s silent for a beat as if he’s trying to hear the lies within my statement. He won’t find them. I’ve never been more fucking honest in my entire life.

Emmie is mine. It doesn’t matter whether she wants me or not. She’s fucking mine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her.

“This has got my father’s fucking name all over it,” he growls, pulling his phone from his pocket and jabbing at the screen hard enough to crack the thing.

“You think it was Ram?” I ask.

“Don’t you?” he spits out.

Whoever he calls answers almost immediately. “Get Link. I need you both here. Now. Emmie’s gone.”

A deep voice rumbles down the line, but Dawson quickly cuts it off.

“Just get here. We’re getting her back. Today.”

He ends the call and lowers his phone.

“Are you really serious about her?” Dawson asks me, his eyes holding mine steady.

“I am,” I state, my voice not wavering at all.

“Good. Call your boys. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.”

“And the girls?” Alex adds smugly. “You know Stella isn’t being left out of this.”

“Call fucking Donald Duck if you think it’ll help. Jesus,” D mutters, running his fingers through his hair once more and storming from the room.

A crash sounds out somewhere deeper in the house, and Piper quickly rushes after him.

“Surely Ram hasn’t abducted his own granddaughter,” Alex mutters, dropping his arse down on the sofa and resting his foot up on the coffee table as if we’ve just turned up here to hang out.

“You’d like to think not. But you’d also think he wouldn’t sign her over to an arsehole like me, and yet here we are.”

“Ah, something we agree on.”

I stare at him with a blank expression on my face.

“Why did I call you?” I mutter, reaching for my phone to get the others here.

I have no idea if they know something is wrong or if they just think we’re skiving school.I soon get my answers when I discover I’ve got a stream of missed calls and messages from all of them.

Even fucking Daemon has called, and that never fucking happens.

“Because I’m your favourite and you knew I’d rescue your arse last night.”

“Whatever. I needed your mother, not you,” I scoff, hitting call on Seb’s number and lifting it to my ear.

“Lies and you know it.”

“Bro, get everyone to Emmie’s dad’s place,” I bark the second the call connects.

“What’s going on? Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. Just get here, okay? And come ready.”