He nods, his throat bouncing as he gulps back the sobs he’s doing his best to control. The tear-filled “Yes, Daddy” breaks my heart.
Once he’s situated, I press down on the accelerator, speeding up even more. We’ll need the luck o’ the Irish to keep us from being stopped until I get us outta the fuckin’ city.
“Tavish, do ye have a phone on ye?”
“I have my comms unit. I left my phone in my room.”
Sighing, I ask, “Can ye make a call on it to someone outside the Society?”
I should probably know this, but I honestly havenae a clue. I carry my phone to text with Tavish and the people from my former life. I ken it’s nae to be done, but I dinnae care. Joining the Society was always just a means to an end. I joined to find Maeve and, iffn I’m honest, because Tavish was too tempting to resist.
“I can. I can also make a call from my laptop that’s untraceable.”
“I need ye to call a friend o' mine. So we can get the fuck out o' the country.”
“Where will we go?”
“Home.”
“You mean to Scotland? But we can’t. We have to leave our former lives behind. We can’t go back.”
“Och, aye. And how’s that working out for ye?”
He sighs and opens his mouth to respond, but I stop him. “Nae, mo ghille. I refuse to let you fall into that bastard’s grimy hands again.”
“How long? What are we going to tell Everly and the others?”
“As long as it takes for me to catch the bastard and kill him. As for what, we’ll tell them…the truth. We’re hiding out in Scotland. My family’s lands are vast and there are several places I can tuck ye away with nae anyone kenning we’re there.”
His hands twist together and he nods, but he says nothing. I wait patiently, one eye on the road and the other darting between him and the arsehole behind us. Seeing a turnoff up ahead that will let me put some space between my boy and the pedophile chasing us, I say, “Hang on,” as I stomp the accelerator, blowing through a red light.
Car horns blare behind us, but I dinnae stop until we’ve zipped into the traffic ahead o' us that’s merging onto the expressway. A glance in the mirror pulls a smile and a sigh o' relief.
“Samuel’s car is stuck at the light and there’s cars blocking his path,” I tell Tavish. Looking down at him though, I realize I didn’t need to because his neck craned over his shoulder, and a smirk is forming on his face.
“Way to go, Daddy! You lost him!”
“Ye shouldnae doubt yer daddy, lilla du.”
He pops up and kisses my cheek and says, “Never. My Daddy is the king and kings always know best.”
I chuckle along with him as he dissolves into a fit o' giggles. He’s more brat than little, but on the rare occasions, when thelittle peeks out from behind the brat and makes an appearance. Looking at his smiling face makes me miss Simon all the more. He would have loved Tavish. The littles in the clubs Simon and I frequented never appealed to me. I wanted a bratty pain slut, but Simon loved playing with the middles and littles.
I dinnae ken if it’s because Tavish’s occasional little side keeps Simon alive for me or if he is awakening things in me, but every moment I get with my boy makes me want to keep him with me all the more.
“Do I still need to call someone for you, Daddy?”
“We’ll do it in the air. Get us on a plane, lilla du.”
“Yes, sir!”
The boy’s enthusiasm is infectious and I cannae help but grin down at his head full o' dark curls. He’s pulled out his laptop and his fingers are flying over the keys.
CHAPTER FOUR
TAVISH
Once I tellDaddy the plane is ready, he circles back to where the Society keeps it hidden at a small airfield many don’t know about. I re-appropriate the plane and many other things from the Order. Draven pulls up near the hanger just as the flight crew is pulling the jet out onto the tarmac.
