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“What the fuck!” Victor spat.
Sam could barely breathe.
Maybe he was hallucinating Jackson standing at the kitchen window waving at them. He gasped as Jackson met his eyes then pointed down. What in the hell?
Jackson tapped the glass again, three times, then disappeared from sight. Somehow Sam understood what he was meant to do. He took a deep breath before allowing his body to go limp and threw himself to the floor. Seconds later he heard glass shatter and Carson was covering Sam with his bigger body.
Sam yelled as Carson covered his head with his arms. He clung to Carson’s waist until he felt his Daddy start to pull away.
“It’s okay, baby. Don’t look.”
Don’t look? What did that mean? He found out a moment later when he turned and saw Victor lying on the kitchen floor with a small round hole in the middle of his forehead.
“Sam! Sam!” Carson wrenched Sam’s head in his direction. “I need you to go lock yourself in the bedroom. I need to find the shooter.”
Sam wrapped his hands in Carson’s shirt, shaking his head. He knew that Jackson and most likely Skinner would already be long gone.
“Baby, I know you’re scared, but I need you to listen to me—go lock yourself in the bedroom.”
“It’s okay. They’re gone.”
“Who’s gone?”
“Call Lincoln,” Sam ordered. “I don’t want a dead man in the kitchen.”
Carson was looking at him like he was crazy and maybe Sam had lost his mind, because he started to laugh. To laugh and laugh until he was bawling and Carson was rocking him from side to side.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Carson
He could hear his baby doll puttering around the living room as he packed for his Halloween sleepover at Lincoln’s house. It would be the first time that they’d sleep apart since before Victor Munoz had been killed in his kitchen. Even though he hated that they’d be apart for the night, it was important that Sam spent time with his friends, and the Halloween sleepover was tradition.
They were trying to give the boys a sense of normalcy even though none of them felt normal. Even with most of the Munoz cartel locked away, there were unanswered questions like who had killed Victor Munoz in his kitchen with a sniper rifle.
Carson had told his captain that he didn’t know the man who’d been at his window but had left out that Sam did know him. Carson couldn’t find anything on Skinner or Jackson or where they might have disappeared to. As Carson continued to try to piece everything together, they still had boys that needed to be taken care of.
Tonight was the night that the boys had been planning and excited for. Lincoln was in charge of watching over the boys as Carson and Nash made a quick trip to Vegas in order to touch base with Carson’s old team. He needed something to tie everything together—he just didn’t know what.
That didn’t mean that he would let his boy go off without giving him something to think about for the night.
“Hey baby doll! Can you come into the bedroom for a minute?” Carson called out.
“Coming, Daddy!”
Not yet he wasn’t but it wouldn’t be long. Carson stood next to the bed with his present dangling from one finger.
“I’m here!” Sam danced in.
Carson loved how happy his boy had become since Victor Munoz was now permanently out of their lives and his father had announced that he was retiring from politics to spend more time with his congregation and family. They both knew that Sam’s father didn’t care at all about family and was hiding something. It didn’t matter to them as long as he never returned to Rocky Lake.
“What’s that?”
He smirked at his baby. “What's it look like?”
“For me?” Sam batted his lashes. The sassiness had been in full force all day.
“I did make you a promise,” Carson responded. He would keep each and every promise he ever made or would make to the sweet and sassy beautiful boy that he had fallen in love with.
