“Never fucking better. I like your ride.” I couldn’t remember the last time I’d driven a car. I had my license but had never had a need for a car in Boston with the subway.
Dillon lightly slapped me on the arm. “I’m glad you’re out. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Let’s pay Duke a visit.” As much as I didn’t want to ruin the high I was on, I wanted answers.
Dillon adjusted the air temp then started the engine. “Kelton warned you not to see our brother.”
“I know.” But Duke had been on my mind since the Feds had shown up. I figured it was better to rip off the Band-Aid, so to speak.
“Let’s talk to Kelton first,” Dillon said. “I’m sure he knows it will be impossible to keep you from seeing him.”
“Can we stop by his office? I want to thank him.”
Dillon navigated onto the road, and before long, the prison became a dot in the rearview mirror. I tossed a quick glance over my shoulder and stuck out my middle finger.
Dillon smirked. “You sure you want to thank Kelton, or do you really want to see Jade?”
“Does it matter? I want—no, need—to bask in soft skin, long legs, and plump lips.” Not that Jade would jump my bones the minute I saw her. Yet just seeing her would make my day even better.
My brother shifted his attention back and forth from the road to me. “You look better out of that prison uniform.”
I rubbed my hand along the soft fabric of my shirt. “Feels good too.” Hell, my feet were tingly and happy in the army boots instead of white canvas shoes.
“I have a room ready for you at my place,” Dillon said. “Grace can’t wait to see you either.”
I clutched my chest. “How is our baby sister?”
“Good. She helps me at the shelter.”
“What are you not telling me?” I asked.
“Grace has a lot of healing to do, man. That’s all.”
I didn’t doubt that. It would be hard for anyone to overcome the horror of being a sex-trafficking victim. But now that I was out, I hoped I could spend time with her.
“Did you find out why your parole was expedited?” Dillon asked. “I tried to get ahold of Kelton, but he’s been in court.”
“I haven’t. I need to tell you something, though.” At the parole hearing, I couldn’t talk to Dillon except to say hi. “The Feds want me to help them take down our brother.” I knew that anything we talked about wouldn’t leave the car. Dillon wasn’t the type to go running to Duke or anyone else.
A muscle jumped along his unshaven jaw. “What was your response?”
“I told them to take a hike. But here’s the kicker. They believe Duke was at Alvarez’s apartment the night he was murdered.” I focused on my brother, eager to see how he would react.
Not much shocked Dillon or angered him unless our belligerent old man was beating one of us senseless. Dillon’s knuckles instantly turned snow white as he gripped the steering wheel. “What the fuck?”
“I don’t believe them. Do you?” A tiny part of me did, which was that fucking doubt in the dark recesses of my brain.
“Not sure. The Feds might say anything to get you to do what they want.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
The highway was teeming with traffic as we headed into Boston. Despite how anxious I was to get answers from Duke, my pulse thrashed around at seeing cars and people, women in particular.
My dick jerked at the thought of sex. I only wanted one woman, though. One with black hair and sparkling emerald eyes. Yet I wasn’t sure I could pussyfoot around Jade and wait for her to come to me. Given how I’d dumped her, I doubted she would make the first move. I had to be the one to beg and grovel.
Regardless of my need for sex, seeing the cityscape in the distance and the fall leaves fluttering to the ground along the highway made my stomach giddy.
I couldn’t wait to walk the streets of Boston and smell the aroma of Italian food, or any food other than the slop I’d eaten in prison. My mouth watered at the thought of a plate of spaghetti and meatballs the size of my fists, and I had big fists.
