As if reading her mind, King set her mind at rest. “Colton is a good guy. He’ll take excellent care of her.” He lifted her hand, turning it until her tattoo showed in the faint light. “I believe he was the one who gave you this tat.” Sawyer remembered the man who had given her the tattoo years before. He wasn’t someone that you forgot.
The car took a turn and Sawyer realized where they were going. “Why are we going to the airport?” Sawyer questioned.
“Because you need to stay out of town a little longer. The FBI managed to let Digger and Briggs slip from their grasp, and you’re not safe in town until he’s caught.”
“But I want to see Vida!” Sawyer protested.
“Bad enough to get her killed?” He callously disregarded her protests. “Digger’s operation might be hurt, but he’s a long way from being out of business. Colton is more than capable of seeing to it that Vida is taken care of; however, Digger won’t use his full strength against her unless he has to. You go running to her and you’ll give him that reason. I can’t just kill the bastard the way I want to. Because he’s such a fuck up, the FBI are watching both of us.”
The car passed through a private gate, pulling into a long, paved drive. Lights up ahead made a small plane sitting on the runway visible.
“I can’t leave without seeing her.”
“I’m not giving you a choice, Sawyer. Listen to me; I’ll make sure that Vida knows how to find you. You know Vida; what do you think she will do?”
Vida wouldn’t stop until she found her, if she knew where she was.
“Colton and she have become close. Do you want to ruin that for her?”
“Where will I go?” Sawyer begrudgingly accepted that King wasn’t going to let her get near Vida.
“From what I hear, Vida wasn’t the only one to find someone.” Sawyer blushed when she realized he was talking about Kaden.
“I don’t know if he even wants me back.” The last she had seen him, he had been talking with Tatiana. Maybe they had worked things out and she would be in the way. She didn’t want to see him with another woman.
“I think that’s a question you have to ask him,” King stated. “But either way, he’ll see you’re safe until this mess is finished. Digger has to be more cautious away from Queen City. He has half the police force in his pocket here.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I have the other half,” he admitted.
The man in the front seat got out of the car after talking briefly on the phone, coming to stand outside her door. “The plane’s ready to take off.”
Sawyer reached for the door handle, but King reached out to stop her.
Sawyer turned back to him.
“Did you tell him what he wanted to know?” His pitiless eyes stared into hers.
“No.”
He tilted his head in curiosity. “Why? From my sources, I heard they were hard on you. Why didn’t you tell Digger what he wanted?”
Sawyer broached the subject cautiously. Digger was crazy and mean as hell, but King was the more most dangerous of the two. If King had wanted her, he would have succeeded where Digger had failed. “Because that child deserved to rest in peace.”
King paled at her harsh words, his hand dropping away; however, years of holding in her pain had her unable to hold back now.
“No one, not one adult in that building or neighborhood stepped up and stopped Brenda. My mom and Vida’s both tried, but she threatened them. Brenda told them that she would disappear with Callie.” Tears long held back escaped. “She was so beautiful, King. How could you leave her to that evil woman?”
King paled even further. Pain that she didn’t know the man could feel was hard to miss.
“I saw you every day, watching for her to come outside. She didn’t even have a fucking doll.” A sob broke free. “She didn’t even know what a father was, King, until Vida and I told her. How could you turn your back on your daughter?”
The day that Vida and Callie had almost gotten run over by the speeding car would live with her forever. Marshall, Brenda’s new live-in boyfriend had purchased a doll for her. Callie had run into the road after it when the neighborhood punks had thrown it toward the road to torment the girls. Vida and she had both chased after her. Sawyer, to this day, didn’t know how she’d had the strength to overcome the girls, pulling them to safety in time.
King had not been far behind them. His terror had let his secret slip. It was the one and only time Sawyer was sure that King had lost control. Vida had sat down on the ground, comforting a crying Callie over the loss of her doll. She had not realized how close to death she’d come. King had stood by Sawyer.
“I owe you and Vida, Sawyer. None of the punks in the neighborhood will bother you again.” Tears were in his eyes, and his hands were clenched by his side. Even as a young girl, Sawyer could feel the restraint he’d used to hold himself back. Sawyer had seen that look enough in her mother’s eyes to know what it meant. The resemblance easily seen between the two as Sawyer’s eyes had gone back and forth between them.
“You’re her daddy.” Sawyer breathed, scared at the look that came in his eyes at her astonishment.
“If anyone finds out who she is, Sawyer, they’ll hurt her. Do you want her hurt because you couldn’t keep a secret?”
“N—no.”
“Then keep your mouth shut. If anyone finds out, I won’t be happy. Vida’s mom works for me; do you want her to lose her job?” He had shown no compunction in threatening a child.
N—n—no.”
“No one will let your mom babysit for them if I tell them not to. Do you want your mom to lose what money she has?”
“N—n—n—no.”
“Then keep your mouth shut. You’re the only one who knows, so if it gets out, I will know you talked.”
Sawyer nodded her head. “I won’t say anything, King. I swear.”
“I expect you to keep that promise, Sawyer.” He left her and her friends without another word, walking away from his beautiful daughter, not looking back.
“I did what I had to do.” Kings words drew her back to the present.
“Yes, you did, and you’ve had to live with losing her everyday just like Vida and I do.”
Sawyer opened the car door, stepping out and hanging onto the door for a few seconds. She was blinded by the tears in her eyes. Blinking, she managed to glance back at the grim-faced man.
“I told Digger everything I knew. I didn’t tell him you were her father because you weren’t a father to her when she was living, and you sure as hell don’t deserve to be called her father when she’s in a casket paid for by the stat
e.” She slammed the car door in finality.
King’s bodyguard escorted her toward the plane with a gun in his hand, while four armed security guards were waiting outside the plane. Damn, King was making sure she got on the plane.
As she drew closer, two of the men came forward to escort her up the steps, the other two following behind.
The plane was opulently decorated. Sawyer was staring around, awestruck. She had never been in an airplane before and this one rivaled the tour bus.
As she walked forward, Alec and Kaden rose from their seats. Sawyer started crying again at his haggard look. He looked pale and as if he had lost weight.
When he reached her, he pulled her into his arms, holding her close.
“Woman, you’re never leaving me again.”
Chapter Nineteen
The plane landed safely two hours later in Chicago with a car waiting for them at the airport. Kaden hadn’t left her side. When they’d arrived back at the bus, he had barely given the others time to greet her before he was maneuvering her towards the bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind them, he was pulling and tugging her clothes off.
Each bruise and mark he exposed felt the brush of his lips. When he had completely undressed her, he carried her to the shower.
“I wish it was a bath,” he apologized unnecessarily.
“It’s okay.”
He removed his own clothes before stepping into the shower where she leaned her head on his chest as he soaped her body.
“I’ve never felt so frightened, Kaden,” she confessed.
“Me, either. I thought they would make you disappear before we could find you.” He turned her body so that the water washed the soap away.
From the first time she laid eyes on him, she could tell he had suffered at her disappearance. She enjoyed letting him care for her. The exquisite feeling of being safe in his arms was what she had clung to when Digger had been beating her.
“Sawyer, did he…?”
Sawyer shook her head at his delicate question. “He was too scared to go too far with me. He knew King was barely holding back and there was something else preventing him from going overboard with me as well. I don’t know if I could have taken that.” Everyone had a breaking point and Sawyer knew herself well enough to be certain that Digger and his men sexually abusing her would have been hers.