Page 22
His eyes widened and he moved a little quicker as he tried to close the space between us, his temper staining his face.
“I found him at Pacman’s house running his mouth. He isn’t onboard, so I left him lying in the middle of the four-way. He’ll be busy with the police and finding a ride home now that he’s bikeless. You’re welcome.”
The poor bastard looked like he’d swallowed a fly.
No one disobeyed him.
And no one but Forty-Kal betrayed him.
Until now.
“You’re just doing that fucking thing siblings do. You’re just sayin’ that cause you two are having some brother spat or something.”
“I told him I needed backup and he didn’t show. I told him she needed saving, and he ran out of the house without his cape.”
The vein on the side of dad’s temple stood out a little. He didn’t say anything, but he stopped posturing.
“We’re gonna have to fast track this shit.”
“I have Paxton expecting me tomorrow, you gotta make Roy do it. Make him be a part of it so he can’t tell anyone,” I pressed, suddenly regretting my temper.
What if he was back there singing in a fucking cop’s ear right now?
“Tomorrow then. He’ll do Paxton, and you’ll do the girl,” dad announced.
“Yeah, I can get her tomorrow. I’ll make it happen.” I nodded, as his hand found my shoulder in an affectionate squeeze.
“Fuck. At least I can count on one of you, eh?” He sighed.
Chapter Ten
A Tolerable Asshole
Kennedy
By the time I pulled myself away from King, my father was gone. His men were divided between those who were encouraging the encounter, and those who were struck silent by King’s audacity to claim me in front of a parking lot of Saints.
Well, I thought that was what happened.
It sure felt like it when he drew his lower lip into his mouth and stared at me like he was just getting started.
The smile that lit up his eyes made him look so different. A little hint of something tender that made me wonder if I hadn’t misjudged him all along.
“I need to run back to the house and grab something from Roy. I’ll see you in a few.” He winked, leaving me in a hornet’s nest.
That’s what it sounded like anyway, when they all started talking at once.
He’d just put his mouth on the president’s daughter in one breath, and walked away with the next.
My cheeks flushed hot. Was this how he got all of them to make fools of themselves? Would he return with the same energy, with someone else, or maybe not at all?
That was his style.
I wasn’t about to stick around the tavern and answer questions.
“Hey,” Roach giggled, drawing near.
“Hey.” I exhaled, never more grateful to see her. “Can you borrow some wheels and take me to my car at the Kids Center?”
