Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) Laylah Roberts (color ebook reader .txt) 📖

“I can assure you that the full force of the Wishingbone sheriff’s department is behind this. And we’re being aided by Jensen Security International.”

“You are?” Marcus asked, looking surprised.

“One of the missing women has ties to JSI.”

“They’re good,” Marcus told his brothers. “I’ll add my guys, we’ll find her.”

“Mother, you should go back to the motel,” Sebastian told her. “Spencer will take you.”

The guy who was obviously Spencer glared at his brother.

“I will not. I will not be silenced or ignored. I demand to know what’s going on. And I can assure you, sheriff, that if my daughter isn’t found, heads will roll.”

“You don’t need to threaten me. If we don’t find her then my life is over anyway. She means everything to me.”

“You seriously want to marry her?” August asked. His cheek was pink from where that bitch had slapped him.

“That won’t be happening. She won’t marry someone like you. Georgina knows how important the James name is.”

“Oh, shut up, Mother,” Spencer said disgustedly. “Nobody cares about upholding the James name except you. And we’re sick of your put-downs and criticisms. Especially when it comes to squirt. She, out of all of us, deserves to be happy. And if he makes her happy, I’m going to welcome him with open arms.”

Her mother’s mouth dropped open and she looked around the room as though waiting for one of them to stand up for her. Nobody said a thing.

“I can tell when I’m not wanted.” She huffed, turning away. “Evan, take me to the airport.”

The biggest of the guys, who hadn’t yet spoken, turned to his mother. “No.”

“Excuse me?”

“Not wasting time taking you. Need to find squirt.”

“Sometimes I believe it was a mistake even having that girl, she’s given me nothing by problems since the moment she was born.”

The air in the room seemed to evaporate as everyone stared at her. Ed’s hands clenched into fists. He was trying hard to remember that he was the sheriff. That she was a woman. That he was much bigger than her, and he’d never once hit a woman in anger.

But fuck, he was tempted.

“Get. Out.”

She pursed her lips. She looked like she was sucking on a lemon. “Excuse me?”

“Get out. Out of my office and out of my town. And don’t come back until you have a civil tongue in your mouth. Because if you ever dare to say something like that to Georgina then I won’t hold back.”

She glanced around. “Are none of you going to defend me?”

“Go home, Mother,” Sebastian said tiredly. “You’ve done enough damage.”

“I’m taking the jet. You can all find your own way home.”

She left and August let out a breath. “Thank fuck for that.”

“August,” Sebastian warned then he turned to Ed. “Tell us what you need us to do.”

Before he could answer there was another commotion in the front room. Then a well-dressed older man walked into his office. There was an intent look in his eyes as he glared at Ed.

“Who the hell kidnapped my daughter? And what are you doing to find her?” Harrison Sanderson demanded.

He nearly groaned. He couldn’t catch a break.

Georgie-girl, I’m coming. Just hold on.

38

“We need to get out of here,” Georgie said quietly to Kiesha. Marisol wasn’t doing so great. The water and cookies had helped. But she didn’t like how pale and sweaty the other woman was.

Kiesha nodded. “You tell me what to do, bestie and I will. Plus, I’m really busting.”

Georgie got that. Too much longer here and she’d be peeing in a corner. It had been light for a while, and she’d been expecting Saber to come back down. But they hadn’t heard anything from him since he’d thrown in the food for Marisol. There were two grimy, small windows that let enough light in so she’d been able to explore the basement. But they were too small and high up to reach.

“I don’t think we can wait for him to come down. We have to draw him down.”

Kiesha nodded. They’d already discussed what to do.

“Remember the plan. We can do this.”

“Anything that gets me away from the giant killer spiders.”

They’d managed to smash up one of the wooden crates and Georgie grabbed a piece of wood. Holding it, she moved to the side of the door.

“Ready?”

Kiesha nodded.

“Just do what you have to in order to get him to walk into the room.”

Kiesha moved into the middle of the room. Marisol sat, leaning against the wall.

“Hey, smelly butt-breath! Get down here! Marisol is ready to talk!”

Nothing.

“Jerkface! Get down here! We have some info for you!”

Still nothing. Shoot. What if he’d overdosed? What if he’d left?

“I know where Tiger is!” Marisol managed to yell.

“Hear that, slimy-penis-breath! She knows where Tiger is!”

Finally, there was the sound of someone walking down the steps then the door opened. Georgie stood still, the piece of wood already raised above her head. This was it. Her chance.

“What?” Saber demanded, sounding off. “Where the fuck is my son, you bitch?”

He sounded drunk. This was going to work in her favor.

“He was given to someone,” Marisol whispered.

“What? What did you say?” He stumbled into the room.

Clever girl.

She stepped up behind him and then swung the piece of wood at his head. For a moment he just stood there.

Shoot!

Then he suddenly crumpled.

Oh Lord. Hell.

“Hit him again!” Kiesha screeched as he moaned.

Fudge.

Raising the piece of wood, she struck again. And he quietened. Without letting herself think about what she’d done, she dropped the piece of wood then raced over to help Kiesha with Marisol.

They managed to get the other woman out. Georgina slammed the door to the basement shut then used the deadbolt to lock him in.

Asshole.

Slowly, they managed to help Marisol up the stairs then out of the cabin. They put her gently down on the porch to catch their breaths.

Georgina looked around. “Shit, it’s a different truck.” There was a rusted-out old pick-up in front of the house. He must have gotten rid of the Sanctuary Ranch vehicle. Probably sold it for booze and drugs.