Free Roman's Redemption: Roman: Book II (Roman's Trilogy) by Kimber S. Dawn

look up at Bobby before narrowing my eyes on Andrew. “What girl? What the fuck does this have to do with anything? And did anyone see where Ivy ran off to?”
    I stretch my neck right then left trying to see around Andrew before standing up to use my height above everyone else trying to spot my daughter.
    “Roman, I’m Cody, Mac’s oldest brother. My wife, Jen and Mac were close around the delivery and then after both of our girls were born. I sent Jen, Ivy, and my daughter, Natalie upstairs to Ivy’s room. Something has happened, and we’re here as a courtesy to you, to let you know what’s going on.” He’s approaching me like I’m a wounded animal. I mean, it’s smart of him to, I guess I’m not used to people using their intelligence.
    When my eyes land on Andrew’s I feel the hair on the back of my neck rise and dread settles around me. It’s happened. I don’t know how, but one of the escorts or whores or, shit one of them… what? Lived? No. It isn’t possible. I made it my job to make sure every one of those Heathers were hacked into pieces and lit up with jet fuel before sliding their boxes down the incinerator chute.
    Or was it one of the number’s thirteen to twenty.
    “Who is it, Drew? Which one is it?” His eyes widen before quickly shaking his head back and forth and stepping forward.
    He pats my shoulder and turns us so our backs are facing the room, an angle I am not comfortable with. But none of that, really absolutely nothing has ever or will ever matter after Drew leans close to my ear and in a hushed voice says, “It’s Mac, man. It’s Mac. Heather. They think it’s fucking her, man.”
    I spin around and I’m in Bobby’s face, nose to nose, “Where?! Where’s my wife? Fucking tell me right now, or I swear on all that is holy, you will not like the consequences!”
    The bastard smirks and before I can wrap my hands around his throat and relieve him of his life, Andrew is ushering all three brothers through the front door and locking it behind them.
    I’m spinning on my heel, yanking my coat on, and yelling, “Winter Ivy Payne, downstairs this instant, young lady!” I shove my wallet inside the pocket of my coat, grab my keys from the foyer table. I stop where I stand at the threshold between the front sitting room and foyer as my little angel descends, stair by stair holding on to the railing. When she gets to the bottom step she looks up at me and smiles like she’s looking at her most favorite person in the whole wide world.
    “Daddy!” She leaps from the bottom step, “I’m here dis incent! You cof up dat samich? Feelin’ better?”
    I look from her to Jen holding I assume, Natalie, Ivy’s cousin, then look back down at my daughter. “Umm—Yes, sweetheart. Much better. Look, Daddy has to go somewhere—“ Ivy’s navy blue eyes well with tears and her black ringlets bounce as she shakes her head back and forth.
    “No. No, Daddy. Not you too. I won’t wet you go. When people weave me, day don’t eber come back. So no, you is not goin’ anywheres.” When her tears spill over her ink black eyelashes, any argument on the tip of my tongue is completely squashed.
    I begin to calculate as I look back and forth between Ivy at the foot of the stairs and Jen frozen on the last step standing behind Ivy.
    “You’re absolutely right, angel, I’m indeed not going anywhere without you.” I smile and kiss the tip of her nose before scooping up Ivy. Her little arms are only able to halfway circle my neck, so she rests her right hand around my neck and her left at the base of my throat and wraps her legs around me so she’s perched on my hip.
    Her ink black curls brush against my face as she leans in and whispers in my ear, “Tank you, Daddy. Tank you so much.” When I hear my baby girl’s voice crack at the end, it takes absolutely every-fucking-thing in me to calmly smile and kiss her soft chubby cheek before looking up and pinning my gaze on Jen.
    “Jen, I’m