CHAPTER EIGHTY II

Jordan didn't think he'd make it out of that room alive, he didn't think the guys would make it in early enough to save them, yet here they were.

But he owed Riley's life to the big guy that had been in the room with them.

Tatt, they had called him.

Though it irked him to hell and back that they'd taken her in the first place and he'd watched him get beaten to within an inch of his life, it was thanks to him that the raging, trigger happy asshole lying face flat on the floor hadn't killed his princess.

With all the pain and blood running down his face, he managed a smile at the feel of the tiny arms around him.

She'd run over to him as soon as she'd seen him.

And it hard hurt him to see her like this, to have her see him like this, but it was okay because they were both fine.

Thankfully, the surprise attack had worked.

It wouldn't have though if Brad hadn't called the other guys back out because, as he'd just found out,