“Does Beverly need help with the kids?”
“Her mom and brother are helping out.”
“Let her know I’m available.”
“Will do.”
“I can stay if you want to head home,” Sin said to his brother.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Dakota leaned against the wall. “Sammy is with her Grammy and Pop Pop, so I’m sitting tight until Jacoby is discharged.”
“I’ll be holding a press conference,” Sin said. “Time to let D.C. know The Fixer lives on.”
“Amen to that,” Jacoby said.
“Feel better.” Sin rose. “Again, I’m sorry this happened to you.”
“No apology necessary,” Jacoby replied. “I’m okay.”
On the way to Develin & Associates, Sin called Alexandra Wilde. By the time he arrived, a small group had gathered in the lobby. He pulled Alexandra aside. “Thanks for getting the word out so quickly.”
“Happy to help you.” She glanced over her shoulder. “They couldn’t get here fast enough.”
He walked into the middle of the fray and addressed the media. “Thanks for being here on such short notice. I want to address my recent demise.” He grinned. “Not dead.”
A journalist asked, “How do we know you’re not Dakota Luck and this is a hoax?”
“Good question.” Sin unearthed his phone and began a video chat with his twin.
“Hey,” Dakota said.
“I’ve got you on video, so you can tell the press you aren’t pretending to be me.” Sin displayed his phone so the group could see Dakota. “You’re live.”
“And so are you, brother,” said Dakota. “Unfortunately, I don’t have your charm when it comes to the media, so here’s my comment to the non-believers.” He flipped them the bird and disconnected the call.
Sin chuffed out a laugh. “Any more questions?”
“Why were statements released about your passing by your family and your business associates?” asked another reporter.
“Because they had been told I had died.”
“So, what wasreallygoing on?”
“A simple misunderstanding, which is now cleared up.” He flashed a smile as a delivery person walked into the building. “It’s business as usual for Develin & Associates. I’ve got work to catch up on, but the pizzas and drinks are for you guys. Thanks again for being here.”
He hugged Alexandra. “We’ll talk soon,” he said before vanishing into the waiting elevator.
It was two in the morning when Anton drove him home. Though his body ached—and he was tired as hell—he had to ride. After changing into his leathers, he pulled on his helmet, and hopped on his bike.
The biting cold air stung his face as he cruised out of his quiet neighborhood and accelerated onto the main road. And then, he kicked the bike into high gear and he flew.
As mile after mile whizzed by, the weight of the past several weeks rode with him. His thoughts drifted to Monty and the destruction he’d caused. Sin had lost his club, but he and Evangeline could have lost their lives. Monty had tried and failed to kill him. A growl shot out of him as he slowed on the entrance ramp to the parkway.
He wondered what kind of case Charlene’s lawyers were building and how many lives she’d affected over the years. What possesses a woman to get involved in baby trafficking?Money? Power? Both.
Forty minutes later, he returned home to find Evangeline’s car in the driveway. He hurried inside to find her sitting on the family room sofa staring at the waterfall wall, a drink in her hand.
“Hey.” He dropped his helmet on a chair. “You okay?”
