I follow John into the house and lock the door. Once he’s settled on the couch, I walk out the garage to my SUV, setting the alarm behind me.
The drive to the warehouse is quick, but all I can think about is Brook the whole way there.
Everyone is still here. I guess this case is a little out of the ordinary. We’ve never had to bring suspects here. Plus this is important to all of us.
“They’re in the back lot at the trailer,” Bear tells me, falling into step beside me.
I look at Dylan. “Did you get everything I need?”
He nods and hands me a file. “Enough to put all three away for at least fifty years.”
I flip through it quickly and hand it back to him. “Good. Call Sheriff Cooper. Keep him out here until I call for you.”
I start walking again, my fists already forming. I’ve sworn to do things by the book. We get away with a lot of stuff, but we always try to be on the up and up. This is the first time I want to throw all my rules away and decapitate someone. I get to the door when I realize that Bear is beside me. “I got this,” I tell him.
He shakes his head. “No offense, boss, but I’m pretty sure this is personal for you.”
I scoff. “It’s personal for all of us, Bear. Are you telling me it isn’t?”
The corner of his lip raises, and it’s probably the closest I’ve ever seen him to a smile. “It is, but it’s different for you. You look like you might kill someone if you go in there.” He gestures to the door in front of us.
He’s not wrong. I can already feel the rage inside me wanting to come out. “So what are you going to do? Stop me?”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m going to let you go in there, get some revenge for what they did to Brooklyn, and then I’m going to stop you... so you can go back home to Brooklyn tonight.”
I put my hand on the door and close my eyes. Bear’s right. I know he is. “Fine.”
Bear nods and follows me in. I take in the three men sitting stoically on folding chairs. They don’t look worried, not even afraid really. They don’t realize what they’ve done or who they’ve messed with. I’m going to show them, then make them regret the day they ever met Brooklyn and me. They’ll never think of her again, not without feeling the pain that I’m about to inflict on them.
Then I’m going home to my woman.
11
Brook
“He left?” I ask for the tenth time, shaking my head.
John nods from his corner of the couch. “Yep, we got the guys, Brooky. They’re at the warehouse.”
I pop up. “Well, let’s go.”
He shakes his head. “No can do. I have orders from Walker. No one in, no one out.”
I point to the floor. “You mean here?”
He just nods. I swear it’s like herding cats to get information from him. I’m beginning to wonder if all the ink he has on his skin is going to his brain. “So he said I can’t leave here.”
He nods again.
I sit back on the couch. I woke up to a note on the nightstand that said Had to go, will be back soon. Stay in bed. That was it.
When I found John, also known as Knuckles, out here in the living room, I put on my jeans from last night. I wasn’t ready to take off Walker’s shirt, so after putting on a bra, I knotted his shirt at my waist. Now here we are.
I have so many questions from last night, but it’s crazy. I should be worried about the three men that kidnapped me, not about me sleeping with my boss.
I put my head in my hands. Man, I hope I didn’t fuck everything up last night. I still can’t believe I told him I loved him right when he was... coming.
“So, finally, you and the boss man, huh?”
I look at John, expecting there to be some kind of judgment or something. I just shrug my shoulders.
“Shit, finally. We’d all made bets about it. I think Bear won, but who would have thought you both would hold out for five years? That’s crazy.”
“You guys had a bet... this whole time.”
He laughs. “Yep, we made it the first day you started when Walker threatened all of us to stay away from you.”
Oh my God! He wasn’t lying.
“So how long are they going to be?”
He shrugs again. Shit! I can’t just sit here. “So how’s your sister? Is she liking Whiskey Run?”
“She loves it.”
“You’re going to be an uncle soon. You ready for it?”
He just nods, cracking his fingers. “Yep.”
I try not to smirk. He loves Dylan, the tech guy at work. I don’t know if he fully expected him to marry and impregnate his sister, though.