Safe from Harm (Protect & Serve #2)(69)

But Sandra’s warning echoed in his head, making him bite back the truth. Instead, he shrugged and forced a smile. “Nothing. Just trying to help somebody who was lost. But promise me you’ll be careful, okay? If you see one of the Monroes, just walk the other direction.”

She frowned at him. “Yeah, okay. What’s going on with you?”

“Seriously, Elle, promise me,” he demanded. “I’m worried as hell about what Monroe’s up to. If anything were to happen to you…”

She nodded and squeezed his hand. “Okay. I promise.”





Chapter 19


“Jezebel!”

Jeb Monroe’s fury stoked a fire in his veins that threatened to burst forth at any moment and blaze brighter than the pits of Hell. He charged toward his daughter where she cowered on the sofa, wrapped in her mother’s embrace, tempted to smash her pretty face with the hand he’d balled into a fist.

“Who is he?” he roared, throwing the box of condoms at her. He’d been waiting for her to return and had forced her to empty her pockets and show him what she’d purchased. Her cheek was still red and swollen where he’d struck her. “Who’s the boy you’re spreading your legs for, you filthy little whore!”

“No one!” she cried through her sobs. “I’ve not been with anyone yet!”

“Yet!” he shouted, seizing upon the word. He grabbed her hair and wrenched her head up, forcing her to look him in the eyes. Through clenched teeth he demanded, “You give me a name, girl. You tell me right now or I will take a strap to you until you bleed.”

“Leave her be, Jeb!” his wife screamed at him, digging her nails into his hand, trying to pry his grip loose. “She’s done nothing wrong.”

Tired of his wife’s interference and coddling, he swung his free arm, catching her in the temple, barely sparing her a glance when she fell to the side with a groan. He pulled Sandra to her feet, dragging her out of the room. She flailed and punched at him, screaming at him to let her go, which only increased his rage. Didn’t she realize what he’d done to protect her over the years? What lengths he’d gone to to keep her safe from the lascivious eyes of the corrupt and sinful who would defile her innocence?

Society had grown too lax. The government had ruined the youth of today with their interference. All he had ever done was try to keep his daughter safe from these modern-day Sodomites. And the ungrateful little bitch thanked him by running headlong into the arms of the very sinners he was trying to protect her from.

He opened her bedroom door and shoved her in, locking her inside. “You’re staying in there until you’re ready to give me a name. You hear me, girl?”

The only answer was incoherent screaming as she pounded her fists on the door.

His chest heaving, Jeb strode back into the living room to deal with his traitorous wife. She was lying on the sofa where he’d left her, not moving. He felt a slight twinge of guilt at having knocked her unconscious, but he shoved it aside. She’d brought it upon herself. If she’d just shut her mouth and let him handle things instead of coddling Sandra when her sins were laid bare, then the woman wouldn’t be in such a state now.

He left her where she was and stormed into the kitchen, where he’d banished the boys. Brian made a swipe at his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he’d been crying. Jeb made a mental note that he’d need to toughen that boy up if he was going to carry on the cause. But right now, he had a bone to pick with his other son.

“Brian, get to your room,” Jeb ordered. “I need to talk to your brother.”

Without a word, Brian launched to his feet and ran from the room. As soon as he was gone, Jeb pegged his son with a pointed glare. “Give me a name, boy.”

Jeremy swallowed hard and glanced in the direction of Sandra’s screams, his eyes wide with fear.

“You want to help your sister?” Jeb asked. “You want to keep her safe from harm?”

Jeremy nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Then you give me a name, boy,” Jeb ordered. “You tell me who it was your sister was meeting in town.”

“I saw her talking with someone,” Jeremy admitted. “But I don’t think… I mean, I’m not sure anymore… She said nothing happened.”

“And you’re going believe her?” Jeb demanded. “When she lied to me about why she wanted to go to town? When she was planning on lying down with devils?”

Jeremy flinched at a tremendous thud that sounded like Sandra was trying to batter down her door. “Please, sir,” he said, his voice breaking. “Please let her go. She’s going to hurt herself.”

Jeb pulled out a chair and sat down across the table from his son. He kept his voice low, even, when he said, “You tell me the man’s name, boy, and I’ll let her go.”

Jeremy licked his lips, still looking torn, but then rasped, “Gabe Dawson.”

Jeb nodded slowly. He should’ve known. It was the ultimate betrayal. Mac Dawson had already stolen Jeb’s land for the government. Had taken two of his sons. It only made sense that the sheriff would send his favorite son to steal away Jeb’s only daughter too.

“I saw them talking,” Jeremy added. “I don’t know if he’s the one she’s been meeting, though, Dad.”