Page 117 of Marvelous
Then he told him about Krispin and said, “I need a judge.”
An hour later, Alec’s phone rang. He answered, “Talk to me.”
He listened.
Then he said, “Thanks. Email?”
He nodded, then he hung up, then he looked at Garrick, “Help me stand?”
I lifted a brow as Garrick moved.
Garrick helped Alec to his feet and took his crutch he was using to get around.
Then he winked, “Got an emergency order. He’s ours until we see a judge. Adoption, if Krispin wants it, is being processed.”
I threw my arms around Alec’s neck and then sobbed.
An hour later, we were pulling up in front of that godawful house.
While we were doing this, Misty, Tatum, Harlee, Everly, Lila, Madalyn, Melanie, Talia, and Bronson were at the store buying Krispin the essentials.
Dom’s SUV pulled up behind us with Carter, Ethan, and Garrick.
Then I climbed out, rounded the hood, and watched as Alec climbed out.
Then he closed the door, and the moment he saw the house, he glared.
Chief Klein also met us with freaking Leslie.
He narrowed his eyes at her, and she shrank.
In the hour it took us to get here, Tyron had been hard at work.
Leslie’s sister was the foster mother, and they both worked the system and split the checks.
As long as they gave Jessica, Leslie’s sister’s husband’s name, alcohol, he didn’t give a shit.
I wanted to throat punch them.
We followed the Chief to the front porch steps, and we waited.
I saw Krispin’s little head peak out through a window.
And then through a small hole in the window, I heard him say, clear as day, “They have a padlock on the door.”
I saw red.
I ignored everyone and raced inside.
Garrick followed me in, and then I saw the steps and climbed them.
And when I saw a padlock on a door, I said, “Those motherfuckers.”
You know that saying that nothing compares to a mama bear’s rage?
Well, it’s true.
I stalked to the door and then brought a foot up and kicked it.
