“Cleaning up.”
“Whose mess?”
“Mine, but I wanted to be the one who came for you.”
“Cute.”
“I missed your stupid fucking face.”
“Can they hear?” I mutter, nodding toward the mirrored glass.
“Nah.” Cain waves a hand dismissively. “You remember Vinny?”
“No.”
“Yeah, you do. Vinny Ortiz. Dirty cop who had to relocate here after getting caught fucking a bunch of hookers in his last town?”
“Is that the guy who was caught getting pegged?”
“Yeah, and hepaid extrafor it. Imagine getting bent over and busted mid-fuck.That’s a rough fucking day.”
We both laugh, and I realize just how much I’ve missed this asshole. We’ve seen each other plenty since I moved to New York, but not as often as I'd like.
“So, do you know the damage to Lawson?” he asks.
“I can guess… busted arm and leg, right?”
“Yeah, and he lost teeth when he fell. You should see him right now.”
“You’ve seen him?”
“Fucking right I have. I laid out everything I had on him, which was way more than what Lucien handed over to you.”
“What else was there?”
“More of the same shit, some worse, some not as bad. But I told him, straight up, that I’d line up every woman he’s ever touched the wrong way, put them in front of a camera, and he’d be in prison, getting face-fucked by someone twice his size within a week.”
“So what now?”
“I have to fill out some paperwork, considering I’m your lawyer today, and then we’ll get you out of here.”
“No comeback? No charges?”
“Lawson begged me to keep my mouth shut. I said I’d consider it if he dropped everything—charges, lawsuits, press—like it never happened… although he’s firing Shannen from whatever she was doing for him.”
“Have you spoken to her?”
“Lucien did briefly.”
“Is she okay?” I ask, but I knew the second they dragged me away what this would do to her.
“He mainly spoke to her friend.”
“Lianna?”
“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure she gave him a fucking hard-on when she threatened him.”
I almost laugh, but the relief hasn’t fully hit yet. “So seriously, nothing’s happening with this?”
