Page 57 of Tiny's Law

“The moving truck is actually coming tomorrow, so I’ll be there before you know it. But I’m just a phone call away. My trainer says I have a mean right hook. So I can help with that, too.”

That pulls a giggle out of me. Picturing Emma punching anyone, let alone Tiny, is comical.

“Calm down, killer. Put your guns away. I don’t need to fight anyone yet,” I add with a smile.

Hanging up with Emma, I look down to see I have thirteen missed calls and ten voicemails.

I turn my phone back off, not wanting to hear what Tiny has to say just yet. I can’t fathom the thought that they could be voice messages of him yelling at me for being a homewrecker or anything of that sort, so I ignore them for now.

I fall asleep to a trashy episode of Love is Blind that I’ve already seen. Thankfully, it’s a dreamless sleep.

Chapter 17

Tiny

“Someone’s grouchy this morning,” Ghost says, knowing he’s probably the only one who could get away with saying something like that. He drops his big-ass frame down in the chair across from my desk.

“Fuck off,” I spit, not taking my eyes off my screen. The view of Kourtney sitting in her office is enlarged in front of me.

It’s been two days. She hasn’t answered her phone, and I am really fucking close to showing up on her doorstep. The only things that have stopped me are my common sense and my mother.

Even though she is staying at my house, I haven’t seen Evie since dinner that night, and truthfully, even though I love the fuck out of my aunt, I’m thankful I haven’t seen her. I’m afraid of what I’d do or say.

“Things have been quiet,” Ghost adds, tossing the baseball I keep on my desk up in the air over and over again. “A little birdie delivered some news.”

“What’s up?”

“Hawk was arrested last night.”

“No shit. You’ve been sitting there for the better part of half an hour, and now you say something? What for?”

“Beating the shit out of his ol’ lady. She’s in the hospital.” He smiles sinisterly.

“The fuck? And that’s a good thing?”

“It is when Beau finally did one thing right.”

“What’s that?”

“He must finally be tired of being strung along by the Aces. He hired Kourtney to help Sydney.”

“Hawk’s ol’ lady?”

“Yup.”

“How do you know this?”

“Beau.”

I turn a skeptical eye on him. “Didn’t know you talked to him.

“Little shit went to the garage crying some bullshit. Dad gave me a call, and I talked to him this morning. He’s still on my shit list. But I can’t help but feel for the kid. I mean, I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him, but to my understanding, he’s scared for his sister, and the only reason he was helping them out in the first place wasn’t because he wanted in. Apparently Hawk was threatening to hurt Syd and her kid if he didn’t.”

Rage builds in my veins. If there’s one thing I hate more than a woman beater, is a grown-ass man putting their hands on a kid. I shake my head and drop a heavy fist to the wooden desk.

“Yeah. Shit’s fucked, isn’t it?”

“I’d say. Do you know what happened? Why’d he beat the piss out of her?”

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