Abbey’s POV
‘Kitten, it’s time, you need to tell me who the f.uck is after you, why are you running?’
Lincoln’s words hit me like a bucket of cold water and my instinct is to run, flee from his concerned look, strong hold and tempting protection. I can’t rely on him, not on anyone! People get hurt when they get to close, and now they’ve found me, he’s in danger!
His hands tighten around my body, as though he can instinctively feel that I’m about to run, his rough hands holding me in place as he waits patiently for me to try and calm down.
I take some deep breaths, fighting my own desperate need to put distance between those men and my baby. They had my baby! They held her hand, talked to her! The thought makes me feel physically ill, she was too young to understand at the time and I ha
