My lips quirked.
But fell just as quickly.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
She’d just rocked my world.
Twice.
And she was asking me if I was okay?
“I’m…going to make it,” I finally settled on.
She got up, walked to the bathroom, and cleaned up.
When she got back, I was still in the same place.
She had a wet rag in her hand that she used to clean my cock, then tossed it on the floor. “Lie down, Gentry. We have plenty of time to worry in the morning.”
Twenty-Six
You remind me of a penny. Two-faced and not worth much.
—Sage’s secret thoughts
Sage
It’d been three days, and a lot had happened.
A judge gave temporary custody of Dean to Gentry.
The judge denied Brooke and Nadine bail.
Nadine and Brooke both tried to contact someone in Arkansas. Whether that someone was Dario or not, we didn’t know.
Apollo hijacked both phone calls and redirected them to his own voicemail. Both voicemails said the same thing. “We need help. She’s here.”
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that ‘she’ was me.
They must’ve known enough about who I was to that family to know that they’d want to know where I was and any information they could provide.
Apollo was still working on who they’d called, but since it was a burner phone, it was taking him some time to get that information.
Work was, sadly, very crazy.
I hadn’t talked to Gentry much at all in the last week.
I saw him, sure.
But in the time that I’d been working, he’d gotten Dean registered at school. Taken him in to the police station to give his official statement—which sadly wasn’t much because the little boy was too scared to talk—and had several more cases thrown into his lap along with the missing little boys.
The man was busy.
But above all else, he was consistent.
He was there every day to pick Dean up from school—even though the boy had no idea that Gentry was related to him. He cooked him dinner every night.
And he asked for space.
