Traffic cameras were being combed through, but where she’d been pulled over there weren’t any close. They knew to look for a cop car. Divinity had told Chad that was who pulled her over. I had a feeling that if what she saw was a cop car, that it was a fake, and the stickers on the car could be taken off. Things didn’t add up, from what Chad had said he heard. If they’d been cops they’d have known procedure and would have gone about things differently. Chad had heard most of the abduction and was beyond pissed, especially because he knew he and Joel could have passed them by they’d been so close. Chad hadn’t seen any cop car, and both he and Joel had looked. I was sure that they took whatever stickers were on the car off before they fled.
I heard yelling somewhere near the door. “Dad. It’s not his fault. He had guards on her. How was he to know? Divinity can look—”
“Son, I’d shut that fucking mouth before I shut it for you.”
Standing, I shut the file on my desk as my gaze widened at the man stalking in followed by Holden my partner, and Arron. I’d seen pictures of Divinity’s father, but what I’d seen hadn’t done him justice. He looked to be close to six feet, but his presence alone could make you think he was twice his size. He strode in confident, like he’d done it all before and won every battle. I’d seen men like him before. My family employed men like him, but watching him in his anger as he stormed to me, I knew I was in trouble and that if Divinity hadn’t been kidnapped, she would have been right, her father wasn’t the type we could just thrust the news of our relationship on. He needed to be eased into it. I was an alpha and the curse made me crazier, but I knew that the man now before me wasn’t someone to fuck with.
“What the fuck did you get my daughter involved in?”
As I glared at the man before me I promised that when I got Divinity back, she wouldn’t be leaving my fucking sight. She would put the engagement ring on and I would marry her as soon as my family could get the wedding organized. Once she was mine with my last name and her arse tied to me in every way my little vixen wouldn’t be leaving anywhere, even if she went to the fucking toilet, without at least two guards.
I had to stand my ground and show the man that I could look after his daughter and when I got her back I would do everything in my power to make sure she was safe, even if I had to put her in a bloody bubble. I would make sure he knew I was man enough to be able to protect my woman and this shit wouldn’t happen again. I knew a man like the one before me didn’t like wimps. Standing from my desk, I stared Divinity’s father in the eyes. “Nothing. Who’s to say it’s my shit she’s been fucking taken for?” I growled. I ran my fingers over my head. I needed to clip it all off. Fucking hell I needed my bloody women. “I had a fucking tracker in her engagement ring, and if you weren’t a wanking idiot, and she wasn’t a stubborn vixen, she’d have been wearing it.” I shouldn’t have let her have her way. I should have let the Caveman curse within take over and not take her arguing and no for a fucking answer. She is mine. “Fuck!” I yelled. “If she wasn’t so worried about you, she would have fucking been with me or her bodyguards. Not babysitting your Goddamn arse.”
I should have expected the fist that flew at my face, but when I stumbled back and black surrounded my vision I knew I probably should have toned my anger down.
I awoke and every part of my body ached. I was surprised to find I wasn’t tied up, but I figured whoever had taken me didn’t think I was in any shape to escape. Doing an assessment, I was sure at least three of my ribs were cracked, if not broken. My pinky finger on my left was broken and pointing in the wrong direction. And, my hands were cut up from the glass I’d held and used as a weapon. My right palm would need stitches. The only reason it wasn’t still bleeding was because the dried blood stopped any more from coming out. I wasn’t in great condition, but I was alive and could move, which meant I could still defend myself and try and escape. I’d never been so grateful my dad was a hard-arse and had made me take self-defense classes and had never gone easy on me when he’d taught me things.
Now I knew what condition body was in, I gazed around the room I was in, taking everything in. I was in an older style house I was sure, as it was a large room and the ceiling was high with elaborate crown molding. The window was without a fly screen and it looked like it was at least eighty or so years old with a pull leaver on each side when you lifted it. I’d lived in older houses before, and seen rooms and windows like this, I was sure the window would be stuck closed with years of being unused and being painted over and over. The floor was old wood and in need of repair. The paint on the walls was peeling. This house was either a knock down or a rebuild and refurbish.