I swear to fucking God, I’d never felt taller.
Coco’s old cranky ass, who I hadn’t noticed napping in the corner, growled as if he agreed. It was more likely that he wanted us to shut up already.
“Yeah, she sounds like a fucking hater,” I agreed. Nevaeh giggled, and I perked a brow. “You’re not going to tell Mama Coby that I cursed?”
She shook her head without lifting it from my arm. “Not this time, daddy.”
“Thanks, baby girl. Let’s go see what your mommies are up to.”
Adonis just babbled and drooled while Nevaeh took my hand. The three of us left the room, my daughter talking my ear off while we traveled through Glamis in search of Hunter and Coby.
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OCEAN
There was a man in my office with his fucking feet on my desk.
The room was too dark to see much, but it was the pungent aroma of weed that had given him away. The intruder didn’t react when I hit the lights or flinch when I promptly placed a gun to his head.
I would be impressed if that were easy to do.
The stranger with a death wish was obviously expecting me.
“How was your honeymoon?” my uninvited guest greeted calmly. “I heard Tahiti is nice this time of year. Or was it Bora Bora?”
“Both,” I said, recognizing the younger man’s voice from the phone call I’d received a week ago. “I heard you were in prison.”
“They let me out for good behavior.”
“Hmm.” I pulled out my phone with my other hand and texted Abel to lock down the place, then Hunter with instructions to get herself and Coby somewhere safe until I came for them.
“That’s not necessary,” the intruder said without turning around. “I’m here for answers as promised.”
“So, is this a friendly visit or an unfortunate one?” I asked after receiving replies from both of them and slipping my phone back into my pocket.
The man cocked his head slightly to the side but still made no move to let me see his face when he said, “I thought I was clear. That depends on you.”
”And if I don’t have the answers you want?” I lowered my gun and pushed his feet off my desk before sitting in my chair on the other side.
At last, I was face-to-face with the man who once ruled Chicago.
Angeles Knight.
I heard he’d given up his seat for love.
Suppressing a yawn and feeling a headache on the rise, it was all I could do not to check my watch.
Maybe I should have done that.
If I had given up my birthright like Angel, I could be in bed right now, curled up with my wives. Instead, I’m dealing with this shit.
“Then I’ll leave the same way I came,” he swore.
“And I’m supposed to believe you came alone?”
Angel’s lips tilted, but no amusement could be found in his dark gaze. “Of course not.”
“I hope you’ve warned whoever’s sneaking around my house not to piss off my wife. Her trigger finger is itchier than mine.”
