“King called and said BB was on his way over here. He seems to think it’s Robin.”
“Robin?” I repeat, shocked. The scene outside my house was ugly, but Skull and Torch told me what they had found in Hunter’s bike and truck. That seems more evolved than just a jealous ex.
“Yeah,” Skull says watching me closely. I can feel Torch doing the same.
“You don’t think it is?” Torch finally asks.
“I mean, I don’t know her. If you tell me that it’s possible, then I kind of have to take your word for it. Still, it doesn’t feel right to me.”
“Who else could it be?” Skull asks.
“I don’t know, and I know next to nothing about coke, but remember that drug bust they had that was statewide back in July? Now, there were other drugs but the main one mentioned was cocaine that was cut with Fentanyl. They valued the drugs well over six hundred thousand dollars. That doesn’t seem like something Robin could come up with to hurt Hunter,” I explain.
All three of us turn as a bike comes up my drive. I take a deep breath, feeling relieved to see Hunter. He shuts his bike off and comes straight to me. My heart skips a beat when I see the intensity on his face. He wraps one arm around me, his hand resting against the side of my neck as he pulls me into a kiss. I forget his father and Skull are standing with us. I forget everything, but Hunter’s hold on me, and his tongue dueling with mine. I get completely lost in the kiss. I thought I was in love with this man the first night we were together. That didn’t end well for me. Yet, every single day that I’m with Hunter I know I’m falling deeper and deeper.
It seems inevitable. No one can save me from Hunter. Hell, I can’t even save myself.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asks, the urgency in his voice is written all over his face. It’s a mixture of worry, frustration and anger. I know he must feel like the world is coming after him and yet, he’s consumed with fear for me. He wants to make sure I’m okay. The sweetness of that hits me head-on.
“I’m fine. I don’t think I’m the one targeted in this, Hunter. How are you?”
“We’re going to figure this out. I won’t allow this to touch you or Ty,” Hunter pledges as he kisses my forehead, holding me close.
I pull back to look up at him. “That doesn’t answer my question,” I prod gently.
“I’ll be okay once we figure this out,” he promises before turning his attention to his dad. “What do we know?”
“Not a damn thing,” his dad grumbles.
“Although, Beau did come up with an interesting take,” Skull adds.
Hunter spares me a smile. “That’s because she’s amazing, but someone explain.”
His praise makes me feel warm all over. I clear my throat after looking up at Skull and Torch. They nod, encouraging me to speak up. “Well, I just don’t think Robin has the resources to set you up this way,” I point out. To me it seems logical, so I don’t really think what I’m saying is that earth shattering. I mostly think they’re placating me.
Hunter exhales, his tension so palpable it permeates the room. “Yeah, King pointed that out, too. That’s a damn smart son-in-law I got saddled with. If you tell Dragon that, however, I’ll deny every fucking word of it,” Skull responds, making me fight a giggle—despite the weight of this conversation. “The bastard’s head is already too big now.”
I hear Hunter snort, and I bite my lip to keep from joining in. Sadly, all joy leaves with his next question. “So, what’s our next step? How do I make sure Beau and Ty are safe while this shitstorm is brewing?”
“And you, Hunter. I want you to be safe, too—you big dummy.”
He grins, his beautiful eyes shining down at me. “You’re such a sweet talker, Beau.”
“It’s a gift. Tell me that you’re going to be safe. I’ve got a bad feeling,” I tell him, my stomach churning.
“I’ve been dealing with Robin’s bullshit for a long time. She’ll show her hand quickly and then we’ll have her.”
“This isn’t just Robin. I’m not doubting that she’s involved. I think it’s likely she is. There’s a huge bankroll backing her and that’s the scary part.”
A grim look moves over Hunter’s features before his cell rings. He frowns but takes it out of the clip that’s on his side.
“Yo, Adam,” Hunter says, putting it on speakerphone and holding it down for all of us to hear.
“If anyone sees our call and asks, I called to clear up something on Beau’s report,” Adam says immediately, making the vibe in the room dip into arctic territory.
“Well, that’s not starting off great,” Hunter complains.
“I got the name of the man who posted bail for Robin and paid her fees.”
