Chapter 11
Trooper
“Ay, her dad is mugging the fuck outta you, Troop. You know him like that?” Los asked before he turned up his glass.
“Never met him before, but he acts like he knows me,” I said, looking across the room.
Sophie stood with her mother and father and he didn’t look happy. In fact, he appeared more concerned with watching me than talking to his wife and daughter.
“You don’t think he’s dirty, do you? Maybe you know that muthafucker. You dealt with a lot of people, Troop.”
“Not him, but I swear his wife looks familiar. Like I’ve seen her before.”
“Oh shit, you didn’t tap Moms, did you?” Los asked with a grin.
“Hell no, not that kind of familiar, but I’ve seen her before.”
“Ay, I’m just saying, get her to bend over to be sure. That back view might bring your memory back.”
“Shut the fuck up. I would know if I had sex with her mother, it’s not that.”
“Well, you’re about to find out because here they come. I’m out, good luck with that.” Los took off toward Maddie, leaving me to deal with Sophie and her parents solo.
“Hey baby, I’d like for you to meet my parents,” Sophie said, sliding next to me and slipping her hand into mine. I could tell she was nervous, which was cute.
I laced my fingers through hers and held firmly to her hand, hoping it would relax her a bit. Things like this didn’t really move me. Whether her parents liked me meant more to Sophie than to me.
Nodding at both, I waited for Sophie to speak again. “This is my mother, Alana Prescott, and my father, William Prescott.”
“Nice to meet you both,” I said, extending a hand toward her father.
This muthafucker just stared at it for a minute before he accepted hesitantly. I smirked at his arrogant ass.
“And you are?” he asked with a little too much bass in his voice.
Normally I wouldn’t have rocked with that type of disrespect, but this wasn’t the time nor the place and I wasn’t about to complicate things for Sophie.
“Trooper, Trooper Carter,” Sophie announced, which was good because I wasn’t gonna say anything to him.
“Carter? Any relation to Brighton Carter?” he asked with a smug grin.
I had no idea who the fuck Brighton Carter was, but he and I both knew I wasn’t related to that muthafucker.
“Not unless he from the slums of Brooklyn,” I said calmly.
“No, he’s definitely not.”
“Well, we’re pleased you could join us this evening. Sophie told me all about you yesterday.” She surveyed my face like she knew me too. It was weird as hell, because she was familiar, I just couldn’t figure out how.
“I’m going to go talk to Lloyd. If you’ll excuse me,” her father said dryly before he turned to leave.
I chuckled at how he thought that meant something to me.
“You’ll have to forgive him. He’s in business mode tonight. This is a very important evening for him and Sophie,” Mrs. Prescott said.
“Oh yeah, she didn’t tell me that,” I said and kissed her cheek.
“Yes, it is,” her mother said with raised brows before she glanced at Sophie. I didn’t know what that was about. “I’m surprised she didn’t mention it. She just brought in a huge account, one of the biggest we’ve had so far. She’s been talking about it nonstop.”
