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“Well, this has all been very entertaining, but I am not the one that put him in jail. I can’t just let him out. Also, you coming here with your little old granny to fall on the sword isn’t going to go over well when this goes to trial, so I suggest you leave this out.”
Frank stands to leave when Baka pulls a gun from her bag and drops it on Frank’s desk. “Oh my god,” I slap a hand over my mouth.
“Smith and Wesson nine millimeter with suppressor,” she points at the metal cylinder. “Vincent Landry abused my granddaughter, stole from her, attack her again last year, and then come back now.” Did Brooks tell her about the New Orleans convention? “He come back, he make her life hell again. No one stop him. He come to my shop and assaultmydaughter.”Mama?I whip my head to Greyson, who shakes his head, telling me not to speak. “Yes, I shot him. Right through his worthless hand.”
Frank looks from the gun to Nika before sitting back down. “There is no record of a disturbance at your shop on the day in question, I’m assuming?”
“Why record? I take care of problem.” Frank looks from Baka to me and then lets out a small laugh.
“Vincent insists it was Brooks who did it. This could throw a wrench in it, create doubt.” He moves his head back and forth in thought. “Alright, I might be able to work with this. Let me make a call and see what I can do.”
* * *
“Brooks!” I run up to him as he walks down the steps of the police station. His head whips up, and I watch his whole body relax when his eyes lock on me.
“Oh my god,” he whispers as he runs to me, lifting me into his arms and spinning me around.
“Stop!” I laugh. “You’re going to hurt yourself!”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” He says between each kiss. “I love you. God, baby, I love you.” I feel myself crying as I pull him tighter, fearing that if I let go, this will all go away, and he will still be in there.
“Come on,” I whisper, “Let’s get you home… and maybe a shower.” I wrinkle my nose as he laughs.
“Yes to both, please.”
* * *
“She took the blame?” Brooks asks as we lay in the bed together. Once we got home, we showered together. Then we ordered pizza, and have been eating pizza and cuddling in his bed since.
Nodding, I swallow my bite before answering. “Yeah, she had the gun,” I say, still in shock from it all. “She said that Vincent came in and attacked Mama.”
“Yeah, the prick pushed her into the counter.” I freeze at his words and raise a brow.
“Yeah, how did you know? Baka said she did this herself.” I watch as he flinches and mutters a “shit” under his breath.
“Alright, look, I was at Nuts with Greyson. Vincent showed up, shoved your mom, and said some shit about you. I freaked out and hit him. Your grandma was there and,” he gives me a pained look. “Stevie, she called me Brooks and got choked up.”
“Your name is Brooks,” I whisper softly, confused by his statement.
“Yeah! And when has she ever called me by my name? Never. But she did, and she looked at me and begged me for help. What was I supposed to do?”
“Oh my god,” I breathe out and stare at him. “You shot him in the hand?”
“Yes.” He says simply, no regret. “Stevie, I will do anything for you, and I mean that.” He leans in, his hand running up my neck. “I’m in love with you, and no one is going to hurt the woman I love and walk away.”
“You nearly went to prison,” I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Worth it. There is no punishment I could receive that would make me regret defending or protecting you.” He says softly as I lean in, kissing him. Straddling his lap, I wrap my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.
“I am completely in love with you, Brooks,” I whisper softly as I cup his face in my hands. He gives me a small chuckle, and I cock my head to one side. “What?”
He gives me the sweetest kiss before his signature cocky grin appears. “I told you so.”
Brooks
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“Are you sure about this?” Leah asks as I sign the paper and hand it to the older woman across the counter to notarize it.
