Page 112 of Stay Toxic

“No.” He sounded amused. “Got this figured out just fine.”

“Don’t do anything stupid,” I suggested. “Let a professional handle cleanup.”

He paused for a few long seconds and said, “I’ll tell you the address once we’ve had our fun.”

Then he hung up, leaving me to listen to the three women talk.

Well, JJ and McCoy talked.

Brecken added in a few short words here and there when she could.

Hours passed like that as she was finally moved up to her room.

And when she was passed out from painkillers, and I got the call for a cleanup, I left her in the good hands of her sisters and did just that.

I found him exactly where they said he’d be left.

Naked.

Bloodied.

And missing a penis.

There was a note stapled to his chest that said, “Your turn.”

I smiled and had my turn.

Hours later, after cleaning up after myself, I walked back into the hospital fully expecting the sisters to be there.

I found the brothers as well.

They were all gathered around her, speaking quietly.

I found her sleeping soundly when my phone rang.

“Detective incoming.”

Lev.

“Thanks,” I said as I hung up and pocketed my phone.

I stayed where I was, ass to the side of Brecken’s bed, when he showed in the doorway.

His eyes took in the room, then the woman at my side.

He studied her for a long second, then turned to me. “A second?”

I got up and headed out to the hall and was unsurprised to find the room following me.

He looked at the group, then at me.

“You know where Mr. Tomlinson is?” he asked.

“No, but if he’s smart, he’ll stay wherever the fuck he’s hiding,” I snapped. “If I saw him right now, I’d kill him.”

He nodded. “You see him, you call me.”

I nearly laughed.

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