But damn my life, he had a job to do still, so I couldn’t do that.
“It doesn’t feel too bad, plus he has to get back to work.”
“Ah, that’s right, let him clear his mind and get it all done and dusted, then he can come home and won’t be distracted.” He gave me an exaggerated wink. “Girl, you’re smart.”
“Jesus Christ,” Carter groaned. “I’ve got all of the details of what happened,” he told Logan, and I realized he’d been doing that while I’d been distracted by different conversations and situations going on. “Can we go now?”
“No need to be upset, sweet Blow Pop,” Tony gave him a one-armed hug. “You’re still the man of my dreams.”
Carter didn’t freeze or look disgusted by any of this, he just smirked. “Blow Pop?”
Tony opened his mouth to explain it but then looked down at his daughter and sighed disappointedly. “I can’t. My babies are my world, and I want to keep them innocent to the world of hotness for as long as I can. Lars keeps telling me they’re going to repeat what I say to a boy or teacher one day, and I just can’t take the risk. None of them will ever be good enough for my girls.”
Nodding understandingly, Carter shoved his hands in his pockets. “I get it and concur. Save it for another day when you’re child-free.”
Keeping his back to his daughter, Tony blew him a kiss. “I knew you’d get me, my knight in shiny armor. Now, get these poor damsels in distress home,” he ordered Dad. “And you guys go and clean up the streets.”
I don’t know if I’d ever admitted it to myself properly before, but I was so glad I’d moved home.
Chapter Thirteen
Logan
Four hours later…
I was so fucking glad Bexley had moved back.
When Naomi told me about the accident, I swear it felt like someone had ripped my guts out. I was so numb that it took Carter shaking me and shouting that she wasn’t hurt to get me moving out the door to where it’d happened.
In reality, it was a little prang. Emotionally, it was life or death until I saw her for myself, and then I settled down.
Added onto that was anger and frustration over what we’d found out earlier today and the reason for me being called in through the night.
Diego had been bailed after his arrest and disappeared—that wasn’t news. What was news was that he’d been in Palmerstown selling drugs and had been arrested again, then released without charge, again.
The sheriff at Palmerstown Police Department had told us it’d been Dirk Kirkwood’s son, King, the lawyer, who’d collected him.
Yeah, he called his son King. The other one was called Lord. That was the magnitude of asshole we were dealing with.
King had been two grades above me at school, but Lord had been in same one and had the same homeroom as me. Both of them had acted like they were above everyone else, and daddy or his wife at the time had collected them in their Jaguar every day until they were old enough to get their own rides.
Dirk was twenty-five years older than his first wife—their mom—and he’d divorced her after Lord was born for a younger model. The rumors about their home life were like Hugh Heffner and the bunny mansion.
They were both bullies, liars, thieves, assholes, crooks, and everything else you could call someone.
And they were a pain in my ass, especially now.
DB had been coordinating with Palmerstown’s sheriff all day, and what we were finding out was fucking nuts.
Dirk had his fingers in some bad pies, drug pies, and was counting on King and Lord to be his soldiers for it. King was the legal brains for the operation, and Lord was more of the muscle for it.
Come to find out, King had collected Diego, and it looked like his brother had then hidden him somewhere, even though he denied it.
The drugs he’d been trying to sell had been tested and had come back as a mixture of PCP, marijuana, cocaine, meth and had high levels of powdered bleach in them. Looking at it all, it looked like death with a sniff.
The officers in Palmerstown didn’t know how many people he’d sold it to, but they’d managed to find three teenagers before they’d tried it. Now we had warnings out to hospitals and doctors in the area, just in case someone managed to get medical help after taking it.
It was one big cocking mess.
The problem was, we needed as much evidence as we could get to get warrants for them. We knew they were involved, Palmerstown knew they were involved, but the evidence was crucial if we were going to do this properly. And it had to be done properly.
It was fair to say I hated the old man and his sons.
Opening the door, I stepped over Prince, who was licking his crotch or balls right in front of it.
“Don’t you have a private place to go to do that? And what are you even licking?”
He didn’t stop what he was doing, but he lifted his eyes to glare at me all the same.
“I think she’s overfeeding you. I swear you’ve put on ten pounds since you came roaring out of the fires of hell.”
I wasn’t being mean, it was true.
His stomach looked like someone had inflated him.
“At least whoever had you before got you neutered,” I continued, putting my vest on the seat thing. “I can see zero evidence of your nuts, so whatever you’re licking is long gone. Move on.”
Yeah, I was being mean now, but if you looked at my ankles and shins and all the scratches I had on them from him, you’d understand why. We had a love-hate relationship—we loved to hate each other, and he let me know it with monotonous regularity. Basically, he deserved what I was dishing out.
That didn’t mean I hadn’t picked him and Doyle treats up while I
