I inhaled deeply. “Who did that to you?”
Pippa’s bloodshot eyes met mine. “I’ll give you anything you want. Just please, let her go. You can kill me. I’ll let you do that right now. Just please, please don’t hurt her. I’ll do anything.”
I felt him more than heard him.
One second I was standing in the doorway blocking Pippa’s entrance into Weaver’s house, and the next Weaver was pushing the door open and dropping down to his knees in front of his sister.
“Pippa, what the hell is going on?”
Pippa inhaled swiftly and looked up.
“Winston…”
Pippa’s eyes rolled back into her head in the next instant.
If it wasn’t for Weaver, she would’ve fallen face first onto the stone.
He caught her before she could hit the ground and picked her up.
“Find her phone and turn it off,” Weaver ordered. “Bossy, you. Not Eddy.”
“On it,” Boston said as she all but ran to the parked car at the bottom of the drive.
“Eddy,” Weaver said. “Get my phone. Call Denver first. Then Apollo. Get them both here now.”
I hurried as fast as I could toward Weaver’s phone that I spotted on the counter between them earlier and input the code I’d watched him input hundreds of times over the last few weeks.
Denver answered on the second ring.
“Weaver, what’s up? It’s late,” Denver growled into the phone, his voice husky and sleep laden.
“It’s Eddy,” I said. “We have an emergency.”
“Talk to me,” Denver ordered, sounding nothing like the charming man from earlier.
I told him everything.
“I’ll call everyone in that needs to know,” Denver said. “Don’t worry about Apollo. He’s at my place.”
It took five minutes for the first man to show up.
By the time that Pippa woke, Weaver’s living room was filled with men.
Men that immediately made Pippa start to hyperventilate.
“It’s okay,” I said softly, leaning in so that I was all that Pippa could see. “They won’t hurt you.”
“How do I know?” Pippa breathed through a gasp.
“I wouldn’t lie to you about this, Aunt Pippa,” Boston said as she, too, leaned in over the arm of the couch. “I promise. I’m not here against my will. Dad is…”
Boston trailed off, but Pippa had heard.
She cried out, threw herself forward, and jumped off the couch.
She looked around wildly and then launched herself at Weaver.
He went to catch her, to stop her attack, but it wasn’t an attack at all.
