Which was why I had my phone out and Romeo’s number pulled up seconds after I’d had the thought.
“What’s up?” Romeo asked.
Romeo, along with Gentry, Weaver, Odin, Courtland, and Koen, had all been broken out of prison. We’d all been serving at least one life sentence for killing someone.
Though, in my case, I hadn’t actually done the act that’d sent me to prison.
I had, however, killed plenty of people over the years.
Most of them had been child abusers and assholes that thought it would be fun to jump me when I was too young and dumb to know better than to trust some people in the prison system.
I’d even taken out a guard at one point—a man that’d had it coming to him after his fourth punishment.
Lucky for me, no one knew exactly who’d taken him out.
The dumbass cop had tried to play it sneaky to get to me when no one was around.
The only problem was, no one was around to save him from me when he’d tried to take me off guard.
“Creed.” Romeo’s impatient voice jolted me out of my thoughts. “What do you want?”
I winced. “Okay, so I think she’s okay, but your sister-in-law was in an accident. She slipped on some oil that was coating the road and slid headfirst into the grill of my department vehicle. She’s on her way to the hospital.”
Romeo cursed. “Goddammit. We can’t get out of here tonight, either. We’ve already tried. Vito and Grace were in an accident involving an elk in Idaho.”
“Damn,” I murmured.
Vito was Birdee biological father and Cody’s stepfather.
Cody was Mable’s best friend, and Birdee’s stepsister.
Grace was Cody’s mom.
All of them were still somewhat hesitant when it came to Birdee.
Vito and Birdee’s mother had a tumultuous relationship. From the moment Birdee was conceived, Whitney had started her scheming. In the end, Whitney kept Birdee away from Vito. Vito had stayed away from Birdee because he’d given up trying to fight Whitney.
Honestly, if you asked me, Vito had fucked up.
He should’ve never stopped fighting.
I wouldn’t have.
If I had a child out there that was mine, I would move goddamn mountains to be a part of that child’s life.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked.
“I’ll call Cody and tell her what’s going on. But she’s likely going to be with her parents. Nothing against Birdee but…”
But Birdee was still a bit of an outsider.
It was understandable.
You couldn’t change your opinions on someone when you’d been thinking you hated them for your entire life.
Cody had despised Birdee because of what she’d done to Vito—or what she’d been told that Birdee had done.
Vito had been the father to Cody that he should’ve been to Birdee.
