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“No, they had a P.I. tailing your girl. You showed up on their radar when you rescued her from afamily friendthat was supposed to be housing her until they could come get her,” I absently respond, one eye still on Kain.
“I see,” Lucifer says in his eerie crime lord slash Godfather voice, and that draws my complete attention.
I’m about to rewind and question the two-week timeline, but anything I’m about to ask is cut short when the first police cruiser pulls up the long driveway, veering off into the yard. I shake my head, already knowing the fight that’s about to ensue. I look to Kain and a glint of devilish humor sparkles in his eyes. He’s wound tight and itching for a release, and this officer just gave it to him.
“Asshole,” Kain hollers, storming off in the direction of the officer that thought it wise to park on the grass. “Our driveway is long enough to accommodate all of you pig-headed, arrogant, tyrants. What entitlement have you dubbed yourself with that makes you feel like you have the right to park your ass on my lawn? Do you pay the landscaping bill every month? No, you do not, now get your goddamn car off my yard.”
Rookie McDonald looks from Kain to me and back again. His eyes are wide and his face pales further with each intimidating step Kain takes in his direction. I bite my lip to hold back the laughter trying to force its way free. Covering my mouth with a hand, I fake a cough to force the lump back down. “Son, if you don’t want to become a lawn ornament, I recommend you move your car,” I say, continuing to attempt—and probably failing miserably—to mask my amusement.
Some things never change.
Kain shoots me a wink and gives me a quick fist bump as we pass each other on the driveway, him walking back up to where Lucifer is standing and me to where the group of officers are gathering.
The engine of Jax’s black Hellcat roars up the driveway, skidding to a stop with a resounding squeal. A face splitting grin crosses his face as he stands from the car, a folded piece of paper in his hand.
Despite me giving him my bestassholeglare, his grin only grows with my reprimand. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
“What?” he laughs, shrugging one shoulder. “My girl’s got a need to purr. It would be a crime to hold her back.”
With a roll of my eyes and a tick of a smile, I turn around, walking back towards the house. “Come on, Jax-ass, we have work to do.”
Jax jogs to catch up and hands me the search warrant. “Are they going to cooperate?”
I look to Jax and up to the door where Lucifer and Kain are eyeing the officers spreading out around the property. “We’re about to find out,” I tell him, praying like hell my brothers have their stories straight.
“Gentlemen,” Lucifer says with a nod, by way of greeting, as Jax and I come to a stop in front of him and Kain. “What can we do for Vegas’s finest this evening?”
“Do not patronize us, Lucifer. We don’t want to be here doing this anymore than you want us poking around your business. But we have a search warrant to cover the grounds, the main house, and all outbuildings,” Jax says, pulling the warrant from my hand and handing it to him.
Lucifer unfolds the paper, his eyes scanning over the printed words that give us permission to practically invade every inch of his dwelling. “It says here you’re looking for a girl. Someone named Angelica Larson. We aren’t in the business of keeping girls, but you’re welcome to look around.” He hands the warrant back to Jax and steps to the left, gesturing us inside.
I give the gesture to the officers standing in waiting and they take off, starting their search.
Kain crosses his arms over his chest, knuckles whitening and fingers digging into his biceps. His brows pinch together as his glare on Jax sharpens and the muscles in his jaw tick.Fuck.
Hold your shit together, Kain.
As though he heard my thought, his gaze meets mine and his stance softens minutely.
Jax walks past Lucifer and stops in front of Kain. “What about you, Kain, do you know Angelica Larson?”
Kain’s eyes narrow and jaw tenses. “No.”
“Hmm,” Jax hums, tapping his chin with the paper in his hand.
“What?” Kain barks, dropping his hands and taking a step towards Jax.
Jax smirks, the corner of one eye wrinkling with the movement.
I give Jax’s shoulder a push, urging him to move along. “Jax, stop pushing him, get your ass inside, and do your job.”
With a chuckle, Jax walks inside, leaving a seething Kain at the door.
I wave Kain and Lucifer inside and stand in silence at the front door, watching uniformed officers move from room to room, listening to the resounding clicks of closing doors as each room is searched. Eyeing my brothers, I monitor their reactions to proceeding as the air grows thick with tension with each passing minute.
Every echo of a door shutting causes Lucifer’s cool, collected demeanor to wane, visible by the straightening of his spine, the tight set of his jaw, and tension in his shoulders. Kain rocks from foot to foot, his eyes fixed on the far window, watching the silhouettes of passing officers, hidden behind the heavy curtains as they search the buildings out back. My body vibrates with the growing tension, concerned by the evidence of their impatience—or maybe it’s straight up anger—either way they’re on the edge, and that never ends well. I ball my hands into fists at my sides, my nails biting into my flesh, grounding me, and I ready myself for the impending explosion.
Jax breaks the invisible anxiety wall, returning with what looks like a trashcan in one gloved hand. “Care to explain what this is about?”
