Dylan took the phone from Lucas, but he didn't put it on speakerphone in case he was going to get bad news from him, Anna stared at him with so much pain and fear in her eyes and it did something to him seeing her like that, I never wanted her to look at me that way ever, I wanted her smiles and her corny jokes. “Good day, Mr. Kane; thank you for calling on such short notice,” I tell him. “Of course, when I heard that the Dylan Knight wanted to speak to me urgently, I was intrigued.” He said. “Well, I wish I was calling under better circumstances, but I need your help,” I tell him. “Ok, with what exactly?” He asked, sounding cautious. “My daughter was taken and I need your help to find her,” I tell him. “Of course, I'll help in any way I can, but I don't know how you expect me to find her. We're a pharmaceutical company and not the FBI.” Mr. Kane said. “That's exactly why you can help me. You see, my daughter was recently diagnosed with cardi
The drive down to the cabin where Emma was would've taken them longer if they didn't have the police sirens to help. But when they got closer to the dirt road, they switched off the sirens and drove in quietly to not alert anyone. They parked their cars in a cabin ten doors down from the one where Emma was. “OK, I'm going to go with them now, stay here with Marcus Anastasia. I don't care if you hear gunshots or screams you stay in the damn car. I promised you that I would bring Emma back to you so please trust that I will do that.” Dylan said to Anna. “I know Dylan, and I do trust you; I promise I won't leave the car.” Anna said to Dylan. Dylan nodded his head and was about to leave the car, but then he turned around and kissed Anna on her forehead; then he left the car and walked down to meet the detective. “What's happening detective?” Dylan asked. “SWAT is currently walking down to the house to surround it, and the roads have been blocked; eve
Dylan took Emma from Anna's arms, and they both ran to their car; Marcus got into the driver's seat and drove out like the hounds of hell were on his tail. A police car escorted them and blasted their siren so they could clear the road for them. “Come on baby, wake up, please wake up Emma.” Anna said as tears ran down her face. She checked her daughter's neck for a pulse but she didn't feel anything. “Dylan, I don't think she's breathing; I can't find a pulse, I can't find a pulse, Dylan.” Anna sounded frantic and scared and so was Dylan. “Marcus, how close are we to the nearest hospital?” Dylan asked. “We're about ten minutes out Mr. Knight,” Marcus said. “We do not have that time, Marcus; put your foot on it.” Dylan said to him. He looked down at Emma. She was as white as a ghost, but no, he wouldn't let his mind go there; his little girl was a fighter just like him, and she would be fine. Five minutes later, Marcus was parked in fr
They stayed in the hospital for four days; the first day, Emma didn't even wake up, and that got them scared, but the doctor assured them that her body was just healing and that she needed rest. She was right because on the second day, Emma woke up, and by the afternoon, she was ready to get out of that hospital, but the doctor said they still had to stay for observation. Dylan didn't even go into the office; the only time he left their side was when he went back to the house to get them some clothes, but apart from that,t, he was always there. He even got them moved to a bigger room so that both he and Anna would be able to stay with Emma. On the third day, Dylan finally asked Emma what happened and how she was able to leave the house. Emma said that they mostly left her to herself and that when she heard the bang on the door, she got scared, so she went out through the window and started running; she told them that she was so scared. Dylan and Anna hugged her and told
Anastasia was shocked with how Dylan was raising his voice at her; he was always cool and collected, even when Emma was taken, he was her rock, so she was confused as to why he was in this state; she saw the glass of bourbon in his hand and assumed that maybe he was drunk. “Dylan, you're drunk; let's have this conversation later.” Anna said as she walked closer to him. Dylan snapped his head up and looked at her and Anna saw that his eyes were not glazed over or anything like that, which meant that he wasn't drunk. “I'm not drunk, Anastasia. You made a promise to me, and you broke it.” Dylan said to her; Anna wondered where all this was coming from; yes she made him a promise, but he knew why she had to leave that car; she couldn't just leave Emma out there alone. She walked closer to Dylan, and just a few feet were separating them. For the first time, he didn't have the guarded look that he always had on; his emotions were clear on his face. He was angry, that
Dylan carries Anna into his room and then he slowly drops her on the bed. He climbs on top of her and kisses her slowly this time. He trails kisses from her neck down to her breast. “You don't know how long I've imagined doing this.” Dylan whispered as he took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked hard on it. Anna was so lost in pleasure that Dylan knew her body even better than she did. Dylan slowly undid her button and her zipper and slid her trousers down her legs and when it got to her feet, Anna kicked them off. “Fuck Anastasia, I can already smell how wet you are from here.” Dylan growled in her ear and then he bit down hard on her neck and sucked on it. He trailed his hands down her stomach to her waist. He trailed his hand over her pussy, not touching her, Anna tried to raise her hips to get contact but Dylan removed his hand. “No Anastasia, I'm in charge here,” Dylan said to her. “Please, Dylan.” Anna moaned. “Please wh
“You're not my wife, Kate; we've been over for quite some time.” Dylan growls; he couldn't believe that this was happening; his ex-wife was here in his house after all these years. “Aren't you going to invite me in, Dylan? It's freezing out here.” Dylan considered this, and then finally, he opened the door, and Kate walked in. Dylan knew how volatile Kate was, and there was a very strong possibility that if he didn't let her in, she would cause a raucous before security got there, and she could alert Anna and Emma to her presence, and Dylan did not want that. “Why are you here Kate?” Dylan asked her. Kate behaved like she didn't hear him and walked deeper into the house. Dylan knew that this situation could get out of hand so he texted Marcus and told him to head down to the house immediately. “Kate, you need to stop walking and tell me why you're here; I do not have the time for all your shenanigans.” Dylan said and from the sound of his voice, Kate could t
Dylan stayed down in the den for a while until he finally felt like himself at first he thought to just leave Anastasia alone and explain everything in the morning but he knew the way her mind worked and the more time he stayed without explaining, the more time that she had to believe that his words were true. The thing was, his words were far from the truth, so he got up and took the stairs up to her room. He knocked, and then he opened it up, he looked at the bed, and at first, he thought that she was asleep, but the way her body shook her could tell that she was crying. He immediately walked to the bed and sat down by her side. “Please don't cry, Anastasia.” I tell her. “Why? This was what you wanted right? You said what you said to hurt me, and it worked; congratulations, you can leave now.” Anna told him but she didn't turn around to look at him. “No, I didn't mean anything I said down there; I was angry, and you kept on asking questions, so I took it o