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Bogs stopped mid-step and looked up the staircase. The building was old, with the character of construction from the sixties. The staircase was wide open. He leaned over the railing and peered up. He couldn’t see her but the heavy footsteps were an indication she was running to her apartment. The echoing of her heels, then the slamming of the door made him laugh.
Run, little liar.
“Let’s go, man.”
Bogs continued down the stairs following behind his brothers. That was quite the show Mackenzie Sutton gave them. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen someone stumble over a lie as badly as she had. Kenzie.
He thought her driver’s license picture was hot, the real thing standing in front of him was possibly the most stunning girl he’d ever seen.
“What did the lady say, last door on the right?” T asked when the made it to the main floor.
“Yeah,” Stone answered as he walked to the back of the building. He glanced over his shoulder at Bogs. “Fucking Casanova.”
Bogs chuckled. “What? She’s beautiful, I couldn’t resist. You see the way she squirmed?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Damn, that face, right?”
“Not here to get you laid, man.”
Bogs snorted. “As if I’ve ever needed your help getting laid. Got that covered, man.”
T stopped at the door, pausing. “Keep your fucking focus on the job, not pussy.”
Bogs chuckled. “Says the man who…”
T stepped into Bogs, bumping his chest. “Shut the fuck up, man. If you mention my wife and the word pussy, I willbeat the shit out you.”
Bogs smirked. “You beat my ass and baker girl won’t be giving up...” He paused knowing better than to tease him too much. “Anything to you. Your women love me. Like it or not, they won’t take kindly to you picking on the little brother.”
“And you fucking feed off that, don’t ya.” Stone rolled his eyes.
He had a great relationship with both their wives, Sadie and Cassie. Being the last single man of the Garrison brothers, the women seemed to dote on him. And Bogs let them.
T ignored Bogs and knocked on the door. A man he assumed was the Super, answered the door, cautiously eyeing the trio. He took a step back. The three brothers together always got that same reaction. Fear.
“Can I help you?”
“Fix the fucking elevator,” T barked.
The man flinched. “Uh, do you live here?”
“No, I don’t fucking live here. If I did that elevator would have worked months ago. You get it fixed. If you don’t, I’ll be back, and trust me, you don’t want me coming back.” T growled and started down the hall. Stone followed but not before giving the man a warning glare.
Bogs laughed, gaining the attention of the Super. “Get it done, man. That guy is no joke. You don’t want to see him mad.”
He leaned out the door, watching T and Stone. “He looks mad now.”
“Exactly. You don’t want us coming back. Have a nice day.” Bogs walked down the hall and through the door smiling.
They made their way to the truck and filed in. Bogs took the backseat and immediately fired up his laptop. They had found their mark and knew where she was hiding out. The assignment would be handed back to Trent and Declan as it was theirs. However, Bogs was intrigued about how Kenzie had gotten herself into this mess, and another piece ofinformation her neighbor leaked had his fingers tapping over the keyboard in a mad frenzy.
“Whatcha looking for?”
“The ex.” He pulled up the court documents within seconds. He scrolled down the names until reaching M. Sutton. The restraining order was standard. He read the report. Her ex-boyfriend hadn’t laid a hand on her but he’d roughed up her place causing damage. He saved the file. He might have to revisit it soon and make sure he was staying away from Kenzie. A heated flare of possession ripped at his chest.
“What? Trent’s got that intel. Fucker’s on the run.”
Bogs closed his laptop. “Not Taylor’s ex.”
