Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) by Laylah Roberts (good book club books txt) 📗

me?” She was probably being a bit harsh. But darn it. Marisol had held things back. Probably to protect whoever had taken out Tiger. But Georgina wasn’t in a forgiving mood right then.

“All right,” Marisol said quietly. “There’s just one more problem.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m a diabetic.”

“Oh. Shit,” Kiesha said, jumping to her feet. “Here, sit. Shit. Crap.”

“It’s all right. I mean, I’m okay right now. Luckily, I have a pump for my insulin and I carry glucose tabs in my pocket. But I don’t know how long I can go without eating before it starts affecting me.”

Fudge. They were in trouble.

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“What have you got, Ed?” Linc stormed into the room. “Where the hell are they?”

Behind him were Macca, Kent, and Jed. Macca immediately veered off to where Gigi was sitting with Sammy. Gigi shot to her feet with a cry, throwing herself at him. He gathered her close, murmuring quietly to her.

Ed looked over at a frantic Linc. “We’ll find them. I promise.”

“How the fuck did this happen?” Linc snapped. “She was coming into town for some shopping and she was fucking taken?”

“I’m so sorry, Linc,” Gigi cried. “I should have stayed with her.”

Linc’s face softened as he turned towards the distraught woman. “This isn’t your fault, Gigi.” He looked over at Macca. “Take her home, man.”

Macca nodded. “I’ll come back and help search.”

Linc shook his head. “No, Gigi needs you. Stay with her. We got this.”

Macca swung Gigi up in his arms and carried her out.

“What have you got?” Kent asked him.

“Just about to watch the video footage from the parking lot,” Ed told them, gesturing for them to stand behind Jimmy’s chair. “Any ideas who would want to kidnap Marisol?”

Linc grunted as though he’d been physically hit. “Fuck, no.”

“We have a GPS chip on all of our vehicles,” Kent told him. “But the signal has been jammed somehow.”

Fuck it. Ed nodded. “Jimmy, play the video.”

Jimmy hit play and they all watched the black and white feed. There was Marisol. She climbed into the truck. Georgina and Kiesha headed towards her. Then they appeared to talk before Kiesha and Georgina dropped all their bags and climbed into the truck. Marisol took off, driving.

What the fuck?

“Can you zoom in?” Kent asked, leaning down. “Thought I saw something.”

“Not far,” Jimmy said, but he zoomed in.

“Now go back.”

“How the fuck did this happen? Where are they?” Linc demanded. “Marisol is diabetic. She can’t go long without eating, what if she’s somewhere with no food or drink?”

“We’ll find her, man. I get why you’re worried. Georgie and Kiesha are with her.” And he was feeling fucking frantic himself. He wished he could lose his mind like Linc, but he had to stay calm.

“There,” Kent said. “Does that look like there’s someone in the backseat?”

Ed stared at the grainy image. “Fuck. Could be. Jimmy, go through the older footage. See if you can see if someone climbs into the backseat of the truck.”

“On it,” Jimmy replied.

“We’ll find them, Linc. I promise.”

Because nothing else was acceptable.

“How are you, Marisol?” Georgie asked, crouching in front of the other woman. She was slumped on the dirt floor.

“I’m okay,” Marisol said faintly. “Just sleepy.”

“Don’t go to sleep, okay?” Georgie told her. She took her pulse. It seemed a bit on the slow side. Shoot. Night had fallen hours ago. It had to be at least midnight. It was dark and kind of scary down here. She was trying desperately not to feel scared. She had to hold it together for Marisol and Kiesha.

Marisol had become increasingly lethargic and weak.

“Should we give her another glucose tab?” Kiesha asked.

“There’s only one left,” Georgina replied. “I don’t want to make anything worse and I don’t know how long we’ll be down here.”

“Hopefully not too much longer.” There was a scuffling noise and Kiesha jumped. “Oh fuck, do you think that’s spiders? I hate spiders.”

“There’s no spiders down here.” She was lying. There was likely a shitload of spiders.

“Or it could be a giant spider come to eat us,” Kiesha countered.

“Pretty sure any spider in here is more scared of us than we are of it.”

“That’s not fucking possible. Believe me. Giant fucking killer spiders kind of terrify me.”

“They’d terrify anyone,” Marisol said tiredly.

Okay, at least she was still lucid. But they needed out of here. Fuck! Suddenly, she heard a door slam.

Saber!

There was the sound of someone walking above them.

“Hey! Hey, asshole!” Georgina yelled up at him.

“What are you doing?” Kiesha asked.

“We need his help. For Marisol.”

“Right,” Kiesha replied grimly. “Hey, jerkface! I need to poop. Get down here! I gotta poop!”

Georgina had to grin. “Hey, smelly breath! Get down here!”

“Ass stain!” Kiesha yelled. “I got to go! Really bad!”

There was a stomping noise. He was coming. Shoot.

The door slammed open. Fudge. She wished she’d thought up a way of taking him down. But right now, getting help for Marisol was more important. Light flooded into the basement from the huge flashlight he carried.

“What the fuck you bitches yelling about?”

Crap. She could guess what he’d gone away for. To get more drugs.

“It’s Marisol,” she said quickly. “She needs medical help. She’s diabetic.”

“So? What the fuck do I care? Bitch can rot.”

“But what if she knows where your son is?” Kiesha asked. “She can’t talk if she’s dead.”

Georgina sucked in a breath. She didn’t expect him to help and she had no clue what to do next.

“What the fuck does she need?”

“Food and water,” Georgina told him.

“Fucking bitches fucking up my fucking life.” He left, unfortunately locking the door behind him.

Georgina slumped onto the floor and felt Kiesha do the same next to her.

“I really hope I’m not sitting on the bones of people who were eaten by giant spiders,” Kiesha muttered.

“Pretty sure that would be uncomfortable to sit on.”

Kiesha snorted.

Then suddenly there was the noise of someone moving down the stairs. The door was open, allowing some light in as a bottle of water was thrown in along with a bag of cookies.

Okay, not ideal but better than nothing.

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