chapter 47

ASHTON

Both our phones lit up almost at the same time.

I jumped up first, curled around Molly. It took her a little more time since we’d fallen asleep two hours ago. I cursed, two hours of sleep, but grabbed my phone and hers.

Unknown number so I answered. “Who is this?”

“Is that my phone?” Molly was yawning, rubbing at her eyes before she sat up.

A harsh laugh came from the other end. “I didn’t believe it, but now I do. You’re screwing my little girl?”

“Easter.”

Molly woke up with a snap after that. She sat up and took the phone from my hand. “Dad?!”

My phone had quieted but started again, so I answered it. “What’s wrong?” It was Trace.

“We’ve been hit, again.”

Fuck. Though, not surprising. I moved to the closet, grabbing clothes and beginning to pull them on. “Where? Who?”

“Two warehouses, separate locations. They bombed the warehouse that we leaked was where we were holding Molly. The other place was where we had his sniper. He got his man back.”

“Our men?”

“They got out. We didn’t