“We’ll see. I can’t believe I’m saying this but get some clothes on woman and I’ll go entertain our family.” My body locks tight, refusing to move as his words hit me.
“Hunter …”
“Family is family, Beau. We may have not been together, but it’s clear youarefamily. The difference is that now Ty and I come first over them. I don’t think you can even try to deny that.”
I stand up and as he rises beside me, pulling me back into his arms, I find I can’t. I close my eyes as his tenderness hits me. The enormity of what Hunter and I are embarking settles on my shoulders. Yet, when I look into his beautiful eyes it doesn’t feelheavy at all. If anything, I’m feeling hopeful for the first time since my father died.
I feel safe.
Chapter 19
Robin
“Robin Cabell,”the officer yells from the steel gate-like door.
I’m in a fucking cell with a bunch of drunks, hookers, and I’m not sure about a few. They don’t fall in the first category, but I’m smart enough not to question them either. It’s a holding cell for women—which is probably why there are more hookers than anything else. I get up, my head held high and looking at the other women in disgust. I don’t belong here. I’m going to make that bitch and Hunter pay for this shit. Once I get custody, I’ll make sure Ty does, too. How dare that little asshole turn his back on me, picking his father’s whore over me? There’s no way in hell I’m going to let that go unpunished.
“It’s your lucky day. Someone paid your bail.”
I’m stunned. I haven’t even called anyone. Hell, there’s no one to call. Maybe Ty begged Hunter to get me out. If so, then, maybe I won’t let him suffer that much once I have custody. After all, he’s older now. He could be a lot of help around the house. I can train him to clean some shit up.
“Goodie,” I mutter to the bitch of an officer. She rolls her eyes at me. I’d love to slap that smug look off her face, but I’m not stupid—so I rein in my anger. I get my paperwork as she escortsme to a small table by the entrance and that’s when I get the shock of my life.
Allen.
He’s a guy I met at a dive bar. He was throwing money around and he’s not bad on the eyes. He’d also been eye fucking me from across the room. The guy seemed like an easy mark. Unfortunately, he kind of sucked in bed. Still, I’ve brought him home a couple times. He’s paid for my tab at the bar each time. I kept hinting at shit I needed and complaining about BB railroading me and taking my child. I even brought out the heavy tears. Allen didn’t seem to really give a damn, so I walked away. I don’t have time to waste on someone who doesn’t give me what I need—or want.Especially, if they’re a lousy lay.
“Allen?” I question, confused as hell. I didn’t call him. Heck, I didn’t even think of him.
“Hey, Robby.”
I try not to cringe at his damn nickname. I don’t like it, but let him away with it because I thought he’d prove useful. Since he just got me out of jail, I’m going to tread carefully. I will admit that this guy is giving me some bad fucking vibes right now, though.
“How did you know I was here?” I ask.
“I was eating at the diner across the street. I saw them bring you in. I figured your ex was fucking with you again.”
I relax a little, walking into him and hugging him close. “Thank you so much. I was panicking, wondering how I could get out.” I allow a few tears to come to the surface. It’s not that hard. I’m so mad that tears can easily be channeled. His arms go around me, and I let my weight lean into him, pressing my lips against his throat. “You’re my guardian angel,” I purr.
“Hardly. I’m no angel, Robby,” he says with a smile that looks positively evil. “And you’re the last woman an angel would offer to help.”
I cock an eyebrow up at him. “Why, Allen!” I gasp. “Are you saying I’m wicked?”
“Right down to your dirty little core,” he says with a grin that doesn’t seem inviting as much as it comes off as calculating.Yeah, I definitely need to be careful with this guy.“Are you hungry?”
“Starved. My son called me and begged me to come and get him because his father has moved in with his latest whore. The woman is truly horrible. She physically hurts my poor boy. I went to get him, and BB refused to let me have him, despite my poor baby crying for me. When I told him I was going to file for full custody of Ty, that bitch shoved me, making me fall. Then, she called the police and said I attacked her!”
“Did you tell the cop what really happened?” he asks as we walk across the street.
“I did, but it didn’t matter. My ex is part of a motorcycle club. They own the damn police and judges in this town. That’s how I lost custody to begin with. I didn’t have the money to fight them. If I had it now, I’d take him back to court and expose him for the monster he is!”
“I could help you,” Allen offers, shocking me.
“Help me file for custody of my son?” I ask, shocked. Just the thought of making BB’s life a living hell has my body tingling.
“We both know the only reason you want custody of that mutt you gave birth to is to make your ex miserable. What if I could help you completely ruin his life in the process?”
I blink. It seems Allen is smarter than I gave him credit for. “And how would you do that?” I ask as we walk into the diner.
