Smoke Bomb by Abbi Glines
Six
Huck
Gage was sitting on the edge of the desk in the office, holding papers in his hand with a grin on his face. He lifted his eyes when he heard me enter and shook his head. “Damn, I didn’t know Hayes had it in him. Seems like he was a fucking Kingston after all.”
I scowled at him. What the fuck was he talking about? “Stop grinning like a moron and explain.”
Gage held the papers up. “Got that background check on his girl. She’s not Baptist at all. Not even fucking close.”
I reached out and snatched the papers from his hand.
“I just want to know if we can keep her.” Gage’s amusement annoyed me, and I hadn’t even read the report yet.
I reviewed the first page. Trinity Camille Bennett, age twenty. Birth date: November 5, 2002. Known addresses, Social Security number, phone numbers, employment. I scanned through all that, and then I tensed. Affair with a married fifty-year-old professor at Howell University, where she’d had a full ride and lost it. Worked at Diamond Heels, a strip club thirty minutes from where she’d attended college. In the photo attached she had been wearing a wig and colored contacts but that body had been hers. No fucking doubt in my mind. Tabitha Bennett had claimed she had used her identity for several credit cards, but that was never proven, and case dropped. Roy Hayley had filed a police report, claiming she had stolen five thousand dollars’ worth of rare first-edition books from him. Again, never proven, but that would be hard to prove. Arrested for grand theft auto but later released.
Had my brother known any of this? I knew he’d believed the Lord forgave, but I couldn’t imagine the folks who had raised my mother would accept this. Fuck, Hayes wouldn’t have been able to accept any of this. There was no way he had known. Hayes had never broken a law. The kid had never even gotten a speeding ticket.
“I mean, the fraud is impressive,” Gage said. “And the grand theft auto? Levi and she can bond over their similar felonies. I bet she uses that hot little body to her advantage.”
“Why the fuck was she cleaning houses and businesses? For someone who had done all this, why wasn’t she hitting a pole somewhere else? And this address is a shit area to live. At least with stripping, she could afford to live in a decent area.”
“About that. Levi and Kye called. Her place had been trashed. Torn to fucking shreds. Everything had been destroyed. Looked like they were after something,” Gage informed me. I should have gone but I hadn’t wanted to leave with Trinity here. Kye, who had recently stepped up to begin family after graduating high school, wasn’t my first choice in something like this. He wouldn’t have known what all to look for but Levi would had been thorough.
My grip tightened on the papers. What the fuck had she gotten herself into? There was nothing incriminating after she’d hooked up with Hayes. For the six months, they had been together, her record was clear. If someone was after her, then they had to be after her because she’d been the only one not left dead in that house. She’d escaped. We’d put her on their radar.
“Fuck,” I grunted, trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do with her.
“Want me to get a room ready for her?” Gage asked, still grinning.
I glared at him. I knew what the fucker was thinking. He wanted her at his disposal. That shit wasn’t happening. She might be a liar and a slut, but at least Hayes hadn’t died without having had a hot piece of ass. Slamming the papers down on the desk, I turned to see Levi walking into the office.
“You look thrilled about the sis-in-law,” he drawled with a smirk. “Her place is torn the fuck up. Barely found her anything worth salvaging. She can’t go back there, so I vote she stays here. We need a cook. Gina’s gone, and I’m tired of not getting a hot meal.”
“I’m behind that idea,” Gage piped up. “She can take Gina’s spot. In the kitchen and on my cock.”
Like hell. He’d been ready to kill her. Held a gun to her head twice. Fucker wasn’t getting his damn cock anywhere near her.
“No,” I said, stalking toward the door.
“To the cooking or the fucking?” Levi asked.
“Only cock she’s riding is mine,” I growled before walking out. “And only once or twice,” I muttered. Just to fuck her out of my system.
I’d had to rub one out after getting sucked off and fucking the bitch I’d had over earlier. Seeing those big brown eyes watching Destiny between my legs messed with me. That juicy, bare ass was the reason I’d needed an outlet to begin with. Then, she’d appeared, and I’d gagged Destiny with my load.
Hayes would hate me for this. Even if he’d known about her past. But I wasn’t Hayes. I didn’t have damn morals. I fucked when and how I wanted to. No remorse, no attachments. And Hayes was dead.
Slamming my fist into the brick wall, I took out my frustration.
