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“Come on, let’s go cuddle that precious baby girl,” Helen encourages Charlie, guiding her up the stairs.
Christopher takes that as his cue to grab his keys and leave.
Kaleb locks the front door, peeking out of the lace curtains covering the window next to it. When he sees I’m still standing where he left me, he nods upstairs. “You go on up. I have a house to secure. No one’s getting in, and no one’s getting out.” His words hold a second meaning, one that’s not lost one me.
Michael might not have me in his sights, but Kaleb does. The sad part? Escaping hadn’t even occurred to me.
“I’ll call up when the food is ready later. I want all four of you down here.”
I nod, leaving without another word.
The feel of his eyes on my back makes me shiver. He may seem playful, but Kaleb is just as dangerous as his brothers, maybe even more so. After all, Danieland Michael scream danger. Their size is intimidating to most people. But Kaleb, he blends in. His charming smile, his playfulness, and those unassuming eyes hide what’s right below the surface, just waiting for a chance to come out.
Freaked out at my own thoughts, I run up the last few steps onto the second floor and out of his view.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Michael
McCallister couldn’t stop apologizing when walking me into the station. Repeating how he had no choice. He had a job to do, and the feds trumped him.
Whatever.
The man did gain a few points for being careful to only hold the cuffs as he walked me in. I appreciated that.
This cell, not so much.
Five burly bikers dominate the space. You know a town rarely has crime when they have one large cage tucked away in the corner for everyone to share.
Nothing ever happens in Cromwell Town, not that the police know about anyway.
Leaning against the bars, I look into the cell,refusing to turn my back on them. The front door opens noisily behind me.
The five bikers stand to attention.
Daniel.
Only my brother could make a grown man look like he’s about to piss himself that quickly.
I’m big, and my size is intimidating, but it’s not the same. Daniel’s dark soul shines through.
Relief fills me. I could have done this alone, but I’m glad I’m not.
Turning, I face him. “No cuffs?”
Daniel shrugs.
“They don’t make them in giant size,” McCallister quips.
Poor Jake, a junior officer, looks terrified as he unlocks the cell.
“What happened?”
Daniel shrugs. “Punched Cooper.”
“Why?”
He shrugs again. “Needed to be here. He needed a punch.”
