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“Nah, I’ll stop for new stuff after seeing Nox.”
“You voluntarily going shopping?”
“She’s not gonna wanna wear that after she finds out what happened.”
He raised a brow. “But you think she’ll wear underwear from the asshole who kidnapped her?”
“Temporarily restrained.”
“Yeah, see how well that calms her shit-fit.”
“And if she wants to go without wearing any, that’s fuckin’ fine by me. But I’m bettin’ she’ll take the new stuff over the shit some fucker touched.”
“Or did more to,” Jury threw in with a grimace.
“Bag it all up and fuckin’ burn it.” Fisting so hard my knuckles went white, I fought the urge to do more damage to the place.
Jury’s eyes dropped to my fists, but he wisely didn’t say shit as he left the room.
I moved to the dresser, tossing some more into the duffel.
When Jury returned, I grabbed the garbage bag, deciding I didn’t want him touching her stuff, even if she wouldn’t be wearing any of it again. Shoving it all in, I said, “I’m not gonna torch it—yet. Nox has some connections with the PD. I’ll see what he says after I fill him in.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jury freeze, his head snapping to look at me. “You’re tellin’ Nox about this?”
“Yeah.”
He’ll find out anyway—he always does.
“All of this?”
“Yeah,” I repeated.
“That crazy bastard is gonna lose his shit.”
He had a point.
Or he would’ve a year before.
I shrugged. “You forget he’s got a pregnant wife he’s gone stupid for… and all the strings he pulled to get her in his bed and keep her there.”
Due to some shitty—but damn opportune—circumstances, Nox had moved his pretty wife into his apartment within ten minutes of meeting her. And when things had turned seriously fuckin’ shitty for her, he pulled his head out of his ass and went to make sure she returned where she belonged—with him.
A week later, they’d been engaged, and a few months after that, she’d been knocked up.
“But that didn’t include kidnapping,” Jury shot back.
“Temporarily restrained. And he would’ve done it, had it come to that.”
He paused for a second before nodding. “True.”
“I’ll lay it out for him, see what he says. Not saying it’ll sway me, but I’ll listen.” Zipping up the duffle, I hefted it onto my shoulder. “Did you find the cat?”
He shook his head. “No cat.”
“Fuck, hopefully they just let it out and not some sick shit.”
“No, there’s no sign of a cat. No food, bowl, litter box. Nothin’.”
