I leaned my head on her shoulder.
“They’re going to find her, baby.”
I bit back a sob as I nodded. “Who would hurt her to begin with?”
Mom wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “I have no idea.”
We sat there for a few minutes, and she held me while I cried, until Dad came and found us, ushering us back to the great room where Maisie and a few of the other old ladies were cooking. The rest of the night was spent trying not to worry about Daisy and what might be happening to herandCash.
* * *
Cash
Huck and I pulled up to the location Daisy’s GPS led us to and we found Razor’s rental parked about a hundred yards from an old outbuilding next to a rundown house. As quietly as we could, we made our way to Razor’s truck, and he climbed out to meet us.
“She in there?” Huck asked, pointing to the building.
“I think so,” Razor said. “I did a quick sweep around the house, and it doesn’t look like anyone’s been in there for a while.”
“Okay, then, let’s go,” Huck said, pulling the revolver from his waistband.
“Whoa there, John Wick,” I said. “That psycho’s got more than your puppy in there.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Huck hissed.
“That’s my sister in there.”
“And I’m gonna go get her.”
Huck took off as Razor and I tried to keep up.
“We need to be careful,” I whispered.
“This asshole already knows we’re here,” Huck said.
“Cash is right, we need to be careful,” Razor said. “We should split up and check the perimeter.”
“That’s a good idea, why don’t you go ahead and do that,” Huck said, before hiking up his leg and putting his boot through the handle.
The door swung open, splinters flying everywhere to reveal Daisy standing with her hands bound behind her back and Cyrus Milhew, the guy who’d ordered the ‘hit’ on Huck to end his career, holding a gun to her temple using her as a shield.
“Let her go,” Huck growled, his gun leveled toward him.
“You’re not the one calling the shots here, Loverboy,” Cyrus said. “Take one more step, and you get to see what the inside of her skull looks like.”
“You okay, baby?” Huck asked Daisy, ignoring Cyrus’s threat.
“I’m alright.”
“Shut up, bitch,” Cyrus sneered, pulling her hair, and pressing the barrel of the gun deeper into the side of her head.
My heart raced at the sight of my sister’s terror.
“Hey man,” I said. “Maybe we should just do what this guy says.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Huck snapped.
“I told you,” I bit out. “That’s my sister.”
