Page 112 of Grumpy Sunshine

I tapped a quick reply and shoved it back into my pocket, once again returning my attention back to the group.

“…and another man that we’ve now identified as his bodyguard.The one that did the shooting,” Apollo answered.

“Well, I can pick him up,” Cakes said as he smoothed his hand down the lapels of his black custom-fitted Armani suit.

He’d been at a work function when I’d called him to explain what had happened.

The two of us were both here, when we should be there, for one reason.

To get our revenge.

I wouldn’t have her waking up from surgery and feeling unsafe.

We would get this taken care of now, before she could fully acknowledge that fear.

And we’d do it in a way that everyone would think twice about messing with a Truth Teller’s old lady or daughter again.

“Perfect,” Webber said.“Here the limo comes now.”

I stepped out into the street, forcing the limo to stop or hit me.

The driver stared at me hesitantly, and I jerked my thumb and said, “Get out.”

He swallowed hard but proved he wasn’t stupid.

He got out of the vehicle and held his hands up.

“You just got the night off.”

Thirty minutes later, Cakes was pulling into the underground garage of the newest acquisition of the Truth Tellers MC.

Funny enough, the Truth Tellers were pretty affluent in the area, and owned not one, but three hotels.One of which was the one that the congressman had just been driven to.

Though the hotel wasn’t a hotel anymore, but a halfway house that veterans could move into when they were having trouble and needed family and friends nearby.

Cakes’s baby, now called One Way, was fully owned and operated by a nonprofit organization that the Truth Tellers MC had set up for this very specific project.

We wanted a place for veterans that were struggling to live and thrive on their own where they could go where they had their own surrounding them, but also a safe place where it was top of the line, and they could visibly see that they were more than safe.

The place also had a couple of live-in specialists that were available twenty-four-seven if any of the veterans residing in One Way had trouble and needed to talk to someone who could help them walk through their demons.

Cakes brought the idea to the table last year sometime when he’d lost a close friend due to suicide.

And we’d run with it from there, creating a veteran oasis that had thrived.

Cakes got out and headed to where we were standing.

“They’re both freaking out in there.”Cakes smiled.

“Good,” I said as I marched toward the door.

The funny thing was, the bags that I knew were carrying their guns were in the trunk.

The most the bodyguard had was a side piece that carried at max six shots.

“You know if there’s any water in there?”I stared through the glass.

“There’s none.I removed it before I pulled in to get him,” Cakes answered.“Also, the child locks are on.And, wouldn’t you know it, this bad boy is bulletproof.So he can’t very well shoot his way out.”

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