Jet blew a long breath out of her nose and stared at him. She shook her head and asked, “What’s the favor?”
“Like I said, her mother filed a missin’ person’s report. Would like to see that report.”
“Shit, Oz. I don’t have access to that info anymore. I gave that up when I gave up my shield and can’t just walk into the station and start digging through files or log on to one of their computers. Max would have a damn fit.”
“Just ask him. And if you don’t think he’ll help, you got lots of other options. Half the fuckin’ roster’s got the last name of Bryson.”
“Not half.”
“Close enough.”
“Let me get this straight… you’re asking me to go to my ‘pig’ family and ask for help?”
“Yeah. Maybe they’ll be nice and let you look at the file.”
Jet laughed. “Oh, I’m sure Max will just be like, ‘Yeah, Jet, help yourself to our case files. No biggie.’”
“They got a problem with you now you ain’t a pig? They don’t trust you?”
“Yes, they trust me, Ozzy. I’m still family, whether I wear the same type of badge they do or the one I wear now, but they don’t simply let anyone walk in and dig through case files.”
“Then ask your brother to pull it and see what it says.”
Jet narrowed her eyes on him. “Funny that. You want a favor from someone you don’t respect.”
“I respect you. Though, maybe not your choices since you ended up with Rook.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I was talking about Adam.”
While her older brother had never done anyone in the Fury wrong, he was still a pig. And none of them trusted pigs since almost all of them had a reason not to. Most of his brothers had had run-ins with the law in some form or another.
Almost all of his brothers had also done time.
“How about you don’t do it for me, but do it for Shay. She might be Fury family.” He hoped to fuck she wasn’t because that meant her father had been killed during all of that mess.
“I’ll see what I can do. No promises, though.”
He nodded and mumbled a, “Thanks.”
“Do you want me to bring that info straight to you or to her?” When he didn’t answer right away, she said, “That’s what I thought.”
“You know where to find me,” he said as he turned and headed out of the kitchen.
Her shout of “Oz!” had him pause with his hand planted on the swinging door.
“Tell me one thing… It wasn’t because she was a sweet butt, right?”
He stared at the door for a few seconds, then shoved it open and stepped through it. He heard the whoosh of the door as it violently swung back and forth from the power of his push.
Why he couldn’t commit to Liz had nothing to do with her being a sweet butt. But it was also none of anyone’s fucking business.
He set his jaw and went to collect Shay.
It was time for them to get the fuck out of there.
Chapter Fourteen
With a groan, Ozzy rolled from his stomach to his back so he’d stop crushing his morning wood. He opened his eyes and twisted his head to see the other side of his bed empty.
He fucking hated when his bed was empty. Though, empty was better than waking up with the wrong fucking person.
Shay was far from the wrong person.
He glanced over at the old clock radio on his nightstand. The one with the mountain of discarded and empty wrappers almost blocking his view of how early it was.
What. The. Fuck.
It was only seven. She was already up and out of bed.
There needed to be a rule against that. No, two rules. The first one would be about her waking up so fucking early. The second would be her leaving his bed before he got to slide between her thighs and add another empty wrapper to his nightstand collection. That would also mean another full wrap in the garbage.
He slipped his hand into his boxers and frowned. When the fuck had he put on boxers?
He circled his fingers around his hard-on, fisting it a couple times and debating whether to go find Shay to drag her back to bed or just jerk off a quick one on his own.
Or find her and take her wherever she was currently.
Though, it might scare off the guests if he bent her over in the office downstairs so he could relieve his erection. Especially when they’d see her face and hear the little noises she made when she exploded all over his dick.
Fuck yeah.
With another groan, he rolled out of bed. His dick wasn’t only stiff, but so were his muscles from last night’s sex marathon.
He tilted his head and listened. Nothing.
He lifted his chin and inhaled deeply. Fuck yeah.