Chapter 27
Twenty-Seven
Can I lick it?
—Things you don’t want to hear when you’re arresting someone
Gentry
I could tell by the look on her face that I’d been a coward these last few days.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I should’ve tried harder.”
She patted my cheek. “You try any harder, and you’re going to burst. I’m fully capable of taking care of myself, Gentry. I think this time was better spent with making sure Dean is okay.”
I blew out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“We contacted Van.”
“Oh shit,” she said. “What did he say?”
“Black called,” I said. “Told him that his son was in foster care here, and he needed to get here to take custody of him. He was in Germany three days ago. According to Apollo, he’s on a flight to Bear Pass now.”
“Then what?” she asked, curling my hair behind my ear.
I leaned into her touch. “Then we shock him with me being alive.”
“Sounds fun.” She giggled.
I pulled her in impossibly closer, dropped my mouth, and kissed her.
She leaned into the kiss, and I forgot for a minute that I was in Black’s office.
She didn’t help any by rubbing herself against my cock.
Before I could think better of it, I moved, pinning her to the door.
My hands went down the back of her leggings, and my fingers went straight to her pussy, that was warm and wet, just for me.
“This probably isn’t the best place,” she pointed out, her tongue against the front of my throat.
“Probably not,” I agreed, spinning her around and pressing her deeper into the door.
She pushed her ass out, and I scrambled to get her leggings down her legs.
She spread her feet apart and went up onto her tiptoes, pushing back against me.
I fished my cock out and pressed it against her pussy.
“Remember my IUD,” she panted, turning her face to rest against the door. “You need to stop.”
“I took my piercing out,” I admitted.
“That doesn’t help when I have my IUD out,” she reminded me.
I didn’t care.
In fact, it was the last thing I wanted to think about.
I didn’t stop. I just pushed inside, relishing the warm and wet feeling.
I pulled her hair back and kissed her, hoping to make her forget.
“I’ve missed you, Herb,” I said, dragging my finger along her cheek and around her lips.
She bit my finger, causing me to jerk back with a laugh.
My eyes were molten hot as I reached for her hips and shoved in deep.
“We’re in Black’s office, Gentry,” she pointed out.
“We sure are, aren’t we?”
Twenty minutes later, we were cleaned up and in my office.
Fifteen minutes after that, we got a call from Black.
I answered on the first ring.
“We have them.”
I looked over at Sage, and she read the news in my eyes.
She covered her mouth with her hands and started to cry.
I pulled her into my chest and said, “Thank God.”
The kids were taken to the hospital, and I was forced to leave Sage behind to help.
Sage didn’t complain and instead volunteered to get Dean from school.
Since Dean knew her, he would have no issue with her picking him up.
I hoped.
Pushing the worry to the back of my mind, I got to work helping the parents who came in like wrecking balls looking for their kids.
Every last one of them was much like the first child found—terrified of women.
Luckily, all the dads had come along, making it all a little more bearable.
The final person to show to the party was Paola Marren in an ambulance.
She arrived handcuffed to the gurney, spitting mad.
Agent Dunn was on one side and Agent Guerrero on the other.
Dunn looked relieved. Guerrero looked like she was ready to blow the woman’s head off.
Black followed up, eyes on Guerrero.
My lips twitched at the way he mother-henned her.
Guerrero was having none of it.
Black looked like he couldn’t care less that he made her uncomfortable.
The three of them fell back, allowing the nurses and doctors to do their jobs.
“What happened?” I asked.
Guerrero looked angry as hell. “She kept them in dog kennels.”
My stomach lurched.
“She visited them every couple of hours, checked on them, fed them, then kept them locked up in there. They’ve been there for weeks.”
People were so fucking sick.
I looked at the woman. “I hope she suffers.”
Just as I said that, one of the mothers came barreling into the room, reared back, and stabbed Paola in the heart.
Black, Gurrero, Dunn, and myself blinked in shock.
Dunn moved, catching the mother around the waist and pulling her back.
The mother kept her hold on the knife, tearing it down as Dunn pulled her away.
Paola’s mouth opened like a fish.
Then she died.
The mother dropped the knife.
Then she laughed. “Fuck you, bitch!”