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Chapter 11
Bossy they just showed up today with her ex-fiancé,” I grumble. “Fucking dork.” I look back at Remington. “You know something? Suspect something?”
“I know if there is someone, then Syd and Lily should be watched over, and they will be.”
“I have no problem being that for my girls.”
“The old firehouse,” he states.
“Across the road from Sugar Rush.” I nod.
“That’s where the guys and I are staying. Our girls are good.”
“I’d still love to stop in and …” I stop when my text spouts off and pull my phone from my pocket.
Joel
Dr. Davis will be here at 6 a.m. to attempt to remove the vent. One of the brothers, Mitchell, is here sleeping in the waiting room now. He’s not been problematic. If I were a betting man, he’d be the one in that cult-like crew I’d bet on being the most helpful for Lindsey.
Me
Thank you, Joel. Question. Is Lindsey’s older medical information in her online file? I am specifically looking for any hospitalizations.
Joel
I will look into it.
Me
I don’t want you to get into any trouble.
Joel
I’m not concerned.
Me
I’ll see you around 5:45.
I shove my phone in my pocket and scrub a hand over my face.
“Is everything okay?” Liam asks.
I nod. “They’re going to try to remove the vent at six in the morning. I need to make some calls. I have to be there with her. I might be late for practice tomorrow.”
“I’ll make the call for you,” Remington offers.
“Lily, I need?—”
“Sydney will have it all under control,” Phoebe assures me.
Walking into the house, I holler, “Major, someone’s here to see you.”
“Is that Big Daddy Boone?” Hart calls mockingly.
“Who else would it be?” I ask.
“How is she feeling?” Riley asks.
“You’re going to need to be more specific. I have three ladies not feeling well; one’s hooked up to a vent, one has a fever, and one has some seriously bruised ribs and an injured leg.”
“Start with Lindsey.”
I tell them everything I know, and everything that is to be tomorrow. I tell them I hate being away from Lily when she’s not feeling well, and if this thing with the vent wasn’t happening tomorrow, I might say fuck-it and chance getting a three-day virus that will surely be gone in time to get my ass back to peak performance level before the playoffs.
“After tomorrow, you’ll know more,” Riley says, giving me a hug. “And then can you take a day or two off to be with Lily. I can promise you Sydney and Aunt Molly have it covered. That little girl is never going to want to go back to school.”
“You want to be closer?” Hudson asks.
“Obviously, you already got called about the commandos taking over the old fire station?”
“You think?” Riley laughs.
“Just going to put it out there that you should have probably let Sydney make the decision to get the town talking, or at the very least the Brooks, Ross, Links, Hines, Sawyer families talking.”
Riley elbows him. “Aunt Sydney already dished in the old ladies’ group chat.”
Hudson looks at her curiously. “Why are you in the old ladies’ group chat?”
“Apparently, once you have a ring on your finger, you step it up a level in this game of life here in Blue Valley. And if either one of you spill those beans, I will cut you in your sleep.”
“So, it’s a secret society?” I chuckle.
“Everything’s a secret around here, yet not one thing truly is.” Hudson laughs.
“Sydney’s already had a ring on her finger. Surely, she knows,” I state.
“Then maybe it’s the baby in the belly thing.” Riley shakes her head. “She’s not in this one.”
I stand in the shower, under the cool stream of water that slices over my skin, erasing the stress of the day, enough of it, anyway, so that I’m feeling aroused by the thought of what I know already is my favorite flavor but would never admit it because it threatens to expose the truth behind why I stop at Sugar Rush every chance I get.
I fist my hard cock and twist it in my hand, imagining her tongue swirling around the tip as I lean back against the tiled wall. I close my eyes and see her as I stroke myself with increasing urgency.
I can almost imagine her hands on me, her body pressed against mine, her breath hot against my neck. My imagination conjures up every detail of her, from the freckles that bridge her nose in the summer to the soft curves of her hips. I let out a low groan as the pleasure builds, my hand moving faster and faster until I come, hissing her name.
An hour later, I’m sitting in a bunk at the old fire station across the road from my two girls, full of gratitude that Riley and Hudson offered to look after my high-on-pain-meds pup so that I could be closer to Lily and Sydney.
We talked about hiring a dog sitter for the days we were all busy, but then Lindsay offered to watch after both the pups, which was cool. Obviously, now that does not work. So, while I was beating off in the shower, they contacted the girl the four of us had interviewed, the fourth being Lily, who had the most questions, of course, and Addison was willing to start tomorrow.
I stand when Logan and Lucas, who wanted to meet to share information, enter. Then I watch as Liam, Remington, and two other big motherfuckers who should be playing ball follow them in.
Remington nods to a doorway, and I follow them all into a room with a conference table where a huge-ass monitor hangs on the wall. Two other men are already in the room; one is Linda’s, Hudson’s mother, boyfriend, Zane Marks, and the other I have no idea, but he’s older—I’d guess in his sixties, and he’s jacked. Goals, man, goals.
“Thanks for coming, Bones.” Lucas gives him a half-hug.
“Not a problem,” he says as he steps back and looks at me.
I hold my hand out. “Beau Boone.”
He shakes it. “Bones.”
“All right, real quick,” Remington states, “there doesn’t seem to be a connection between Miss Bellemont’s accident and the threats against The Knights.”
I look at Logan. “Threats?”
He nods once but doesn’t look at me; he stays focused on Remington.
“That being said, the tires being bald on a pretty damn close to brand new vehicle is bullshit. We all know it; we just don’t know why. We did have Bones tap into the security camera at Miss Bellemont’s residence.” He nods to the camera, and footage dated the same night of the accident shows Lindsey and Bossy pulling out of the garage. “She’s smiling, looks happy, and … stop. Zoom in on the tires.”
Bones does so on a tablet he’s holding.
“Do they match the ones at the scene?”
Lucas opens his phone and looks at the screen. “No.”
“So, why the fuck would someone change the tires on her vehicle after the accident?” Matthew Ross asks then answers, “To make money or hide the real cause of the accident.”
“I’m guessing Officer Shitbag knows which it is,” I growl.
“As the kids would say, that’s sus.” The other Abraham—CJ I think his name is—pushes off the table. “Which is why we have a state guy threatening the shit out of Officer Shitbag’s best friends from high school, the owners of the garage, and offering them a deal if they give us useful information.”
“Fuck that. they rot, too.”
“They will,” Matthew assures me.
Anger rages through me. “Why the fuck would he want to hurt Lindsey?”
He nods to the screen. “They’d been communicating on social media. He started the conversation, but Lindsey was the one to ask the most questions, and they were all about Sydney.”
5.0SP:
hey mthr2flwr, I think you and I are related.
08:45 AM
mthr2flwr:
I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.
1:35 PM
5.0SP:
Thick finger mistake. I didn’t mean related, but we are certainly relative to one another.
01:36 PM
mthr2flwr:
I’m not catching on. Explain?
01:50 PM
5.0SP:
Our exes are close.
01:51 PM
mthr2flwr:
I’m sorry, but I have no desire to spend my time solving riddles.
01:55 PM
5.0SP:
I appreciate that. Sydney Sparks is my ex, yours is Beau Boone. You share a daughter. If you have any questions about whether or not Sydney is fit to be around your child, feel free to ask. Better yet, I’ll save you the time. Sydney was not built to be a mother.
01:56 PM
“I’m going to kill him,” I sneer as I stare at the screen.
My phone vibrates, and I pull it out of my pocket.
Cupcake
I’m going to kill you.
I chuckle as I hold the phone up and show Logan. “We’re in so deep, she’s dialed in to me.”