“And those things do that for you?”
God, I was so embarrassed. Not that Sal and I used toys in our sex life, but that I was having to explain it to my mother. “Yes, Mother, those things do it for me.”
“Do you think your father and I would enjoy them?”
“No!”
My mother jerked back. “You don’t have to yell at me, Lancaster. It was an honest question.”
“What was?”
I groaned, just knowing who I was going to see standing there when I looked up. “Hello, Father.”
“Junior.” The man nodded at me before glancing at my mother. “What was an honest question?”
Just kill me now.
Chapter Thirteen
Salvador
There were times when I really enjoyed being a police officer, like when I was using the sirens on my SUV to race through the city. It was just too bad I had left my SUV sitting inside an art gallery.
Vinnie’s limo was moving at a snail’s pace.
It was driving me insane.
“Doesn’t this thing go any faster?”
Vinnie shook his head. “Not without getting stopped by the cops.”
“I am the cops,” I grumbled.
“Are you going to give me a ‘get of jail free’ card?”
“This isn’t Monopoly, Vinnie. It’s real life.”
“Then this limousine goes the speed limit.”
I rolled my eyes.
Vinnie chuckled before leaning forward and rapping on the glass separating us from the chauffer. The glass instantly lowered.
“Yes, sir?” the driver asked.
“Try and go a little faster, Freddie. Sal is in a hurry.”
“Yes, sir.”
The glass went back up. A moment later, I felt a decided increase in the speed of the vehicle.
It still wasn’t fast enough.
I pulled out my phone and glanced at the screen, hoping there was some sort of message from Lany. I didn’t want to text him back in case he was trying to hide or something. It just seemed too dangerous.
But, man, the not knowing was killing me.
“I’m sure he’s okay,” Vinnie said. “Lany seems like the scrappy sort.”
