Tested by Felicity Brandon

Author:Felicity Brandon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Felicity Brandon
Published: 2021-01-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Delilah

She’d been so happy when Connor had passed the phone to her. Somehow, after all the days in captivity, Delilah could barely believe she was free, and now, her lover was on the other end of the line, waiting to speak to her.

“Dalton?” Her voice was shaky, and she glanced away from Connor, staring out of the window.

“Hey, firecracker.”

Delilah smiled at the sound of his voice—God, she’d missed that voice. There was a time she thought she’d never hear it again, and now its dulcet tone washed over like a stiff drink.

“How are you? Are you okay, Delilah?”

“I am.” Reflexively, she met Connor’s eyes again. “I am okay, but what about you—should you be out of the hospital?”

Dalton sighed. “Don’t listen to Connor,” he told her. “I’m fine. I just need to rest, and I can do that just fine at home with you.”

Heat bloomed in her cheeks at the thought of being back with him.

“I’m not sure how much rest I can promise, sir.”

She no longer cared that Connor was watching or about the warmth in her cheeks. Let the world know she was crazy about this man. By the sounds of things, she had nearly lost him, yet somehow, they were still together.

It was a miracle.

Dalton laughed at her reply. “Well, how about some rest then?”

Delilah sucked her lip between her teeth. “That sounds fair. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me neith— Hey!”

Instinctively, she held the device away from her face.

Connor’s brow furrowed. “What is it?”

“I-I’m not sure,” she stammered, but her heart was thumping inside her chest in response, telling her what she already knew—something was wrong.

“Hey, get off me!”

Dalton’s voice was aggressive, and Delilah knew he wasn’t talking to her.

“D-Dalton?” She had to say something, but she didn’t know what to say.

Dalton was in trouble—she could sense it—and she was stuck in another car, completely unable to help him.

Again.

“I’ve had just about enough of you fucking Reillys.”

Her blood ran cold at the sound of the voice. It was one she knew—one she had heard only too well over the last week—Zander fucking Hyland.

Delilah’s throat dried as she covered the receiver with her free hand.

“I think it’s Hyland,” she whispered to Connor.

“With Dalton?” Connor’s brow rose as though he didn’t believe her.

“Yes,” she hissed, her heartbeat frantic as she tuned back into the noises from the other end of the phone.

“I heard your brother just took what belonged to me, so it’s opportune we should bump into you.”

A wave of dread washed over her.

Oh God. It was definitely Hyland. He was there with Dalton, and no doubt, he wanted revenge for losing her.

“Fuck you.” Dalton’s reply floated down the phone line. “Delilah was never yours.”

There were no more words, only the terrible thud of flesh hitting flesh and her belly furled into knots at the sound. Delilah recognized it without needing clarification—the sound of a fist colliding with skin, or worse, the noise as another part of someone bounced off something hard.

Oh, fuck. Dalton.

“Who’s this?” Hyland’s odious tone vibrated at her.

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