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That question dies on my tongue when the alarm app on my cell phone goes off.
The social worker, apprehensive that it would be me leaving here with Gabriel instead of his father, told me to meet her on the steps outside the courthouse in fifteen minutes and Gabriel would be waiting.
That was ten minutes ago, and I won’t be late to get him.
I close my eyes and breathe a long breath of air inside the bathroom stall I’ve been in for over five minutes.
Upon opening them back up, I pick up the stick that’s been sitting on top of the used sanitary trash bin hanging on the wall.
Positive.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
I’m pissed.
Beyond pissed off at him.
So pissed off I could rip off the overly endowed appendage between his legs I like so much and beat him black and blue with it.
I can’t fucking believe he showed up, denouncing his parental rights to Gabriel.
Who does that? Shitty fucking people—that’s who.
I thought I knew him. I thought he cared for his family. Hell, he acted like Luca and Caprice meant everything to him.
But not Gabriel?Not his son?
I’m at a loss here. I don’t understand, and because I don’t get it, anger sweeps in, violently pelting my chest. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to hit something—or someone preferably.
Turning into the driveway, I catch a glimpse of an SUV heading my way. Since I’ve been in it more than my own car lately, I recognize the vehicle immediately.
Eric.
What’s he doing here?
I slow, watching his eyes track mine as he passes me, leaving Drago’s house.
He has no reason to be here. Diaz is dead. Houston will eventually go to trial for his part.
Lance was the first person Eric found when he arrived. Houston hadn’t gotten away, but he was injured pretty badly. For weeks, we didn’t know if he would pull through. Guess the bastard is tougher than I thought, and in this case, I’m glad he didn’t die. I look forward to seeing him tried and convicted, knowing the things that happen to cops in prison. That’ll be sweet, dirty justice in itself.
Alder said it himself, the case is done, ended with Diaz and Houston. We don’t have anything substantial on Vincent, D’s father, and with him not on U.S. soil, we’re dead in the water.
So why was Eric here?
Pulling my car in directly behind Drago’s Bugatti, I stop abruptly, shutting the engine off, and hop out without grabbing my keys. I doubt I’ll be here long. I only came to give him a piece of my mind. He disappeared from the courtroom just as quickly as he showed up.
Standing next to my car, I inhale, taking a calming breath before opening the rear door.
Reaching inside, I press the release on Gabe’s car seat and lug it and him out. He’s sleeping, thank God. I’ve had the hardest twelve hours of my life since the judge awarded him to my care. I hate it’s not official, and who knows how long it’ll take to officially adopt him.
It’s something I don’t want to think about right now.
I’m here for one reason and one reason only. Although, he is going to tell me why Eric was here before I leave.
With the garage door open, I enter through there, rounding D’s car instead of going to the front of the house. Chances are, the door will be unlocked here versus going to the main entrance. Catching him off guard is my plan.
I won’t be turned away before I’m inside. I won’t give him the chance or the choice not to hear me out.
