A smug grin spread across Derek’s face. “I heard from her as soon as she got there.”
I was tempted to grab them and knock their heads together when Micha’s eyes darkened. It amazed me how often Riley Adams fucked with my plans. Last month when she got in a fight with Micha, he had me track her ass down. And here I was again, stuck in the middle of some juvenile pissing contest because of her. She was lucky I was busy and couldn’t drive down to Nikolai’s to slap the shit out of her.
“I think we have bigger things to worry about.”
“Fine.” Derek huffed.
“Whatever you say,” Micha growled.
Five and a half seconds. That was all I got before Micha’s grumpy voice rang through my ears.
“Are these asshole’s coming or what?”
Derek muttered, “That’s what I said.”
Why did I get stuck with the two most impatient pricks on the planet? If there were a god up there, he’d have a sniper hiding somewhere. I wouldn’t even care if he shot me so long as I was taken out of my misery.
That prayer was answered when a train of three hummers turned down the road.
I nodded at them and grumbled, “Here they are.”
Thank fucking God.
Micha immediately began sizing them up, eyes narrowed and suspicious while he straightened his shoulders.
Derek resumed his arms crossed and serious position.
I felt like shaking my head at their alpha macho bullshit.
Instead, I kicked off the wall and prepared to greet our guests.
The first one to step out was black-haired and amber-eyed. The second was a blonde with a glimmer in his blue eyes that reminded me of Logan. I assumed that one was Trev’s brother, Arek. He’d warned me about him.
But it was the third that made my eyes roll.
A familiar man with absolutely no expression on his face appeared, and I groaned.
Fucking Wilder.
Why in the hell did they bring him? Go figure that prick worked with a group like The Righteous. Don’t get me wrong. The guy had skills. I watched him sneak onto a trafficker's boat and kill mother fuckers like he was performing a goddamn dance. But he was the last person I wanted to deal with. I didn’t have a conscience, but Wilder didn’t have emotions, period. What he did have was total focus, which given the circumstances, probably wasn’t a bad thing.
The dark-haired guy tipped his chin at me. “You Preston?”
“You must be Kes,” I responded.
He nodded and walked up, which was when Derek decided to step forward. “You can’t park there.”
Oh man, my trigger finger was getting itchy.
“That spot is for police cruisers only.”
“Derek.” I sighed while pinching the bridge of my nose. “Shut the fuck up.”
“I’m just saying,” he muttered.
“Say it to someone else,” Micha barked. “No one fucking cares where your cruisers park.”
Kes’s brows rose as he looked at the Sheriff, Micha, then me. “I can see you three are friends.”
