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“An officer will be here in just a few minutes.” I get to my feet, then I lean down, planting my fist in the bed at Nalia’s hip. “Why don’t you go back to bed?”
“I’m not going to leave you to deal with this on your own.”
“There is nothing to deal with, baby. When they get here, they’ll take a report, pick up the bikes, and leave. I’m not dealing with the yard tonight; I’ll get that shit sorted in the morning.” I get closer and touch my lips to hers. “Just get back in bed, and when I’m done, I’ll join you.”
“Logan.”
“Nalia, it’s late, you don’t need to deal with this.”
“Neither do you, but here we are,” she mutters, and I hold her stare until she pulls her gaze from mine and sighs. “Fine, I’ll stay.”
“Thank you.” I kiss her once more, then go to my closet and grab a hoodie. When I walk back out, her jeans are on the end of the bed, and she’s under the covers with her back to the headboard. “Be right back.”
After I get her nod, I tell Dozer to stay and listen to him groan before he walks back over to his bed. Stepping out the front door, a minute later, a cruiser is pulling up, so I walk down to the end of the driveway to meet the two officers who get out. I spend a few minutes talking to the two of them and letting them know who I suspect is responsible while they take a few pictures, then I help them load the bikes into the trunk. When I get back inside and walk into the bedroom, Nalia is exactly like I left her, sitting up in bed with her phone.
“What did they say?”
“Nothing much. They took a report, wrote down who I told them I thought might be responsible, then they took the bikes and got some photos. They said they’ll go over to Matthew’s house in the morning,” I get undressed down to my sweats then slide into bed next to her.
“If it was Matthew, maybe the cops showing up at his place will scare him into not being a little prick.”
“Maybe.” I reach over for the lamp, flipping it off, then curl her into my side. She settles against me with her arm across my abs and lifts her thigh to rest on top of mine. I grit my teeth. Last evening, I took full advantage of having her alone, and the last two times I fucked her, I was not gentle. I’m sure she’s sore, and I need to give her a break.
“Are you tired?” she asks softly while I feel her fingers against my skin twitch.
“No.”
“Me either.” She slides her body up mine and straddles my lap. All my good intentions go right out the fucking window when I move my hands up her thighs and slide them back to her ass, finding her bare.
Standing in the middle of the front yard, I watch Harlen carry a trash bag to the back of his truck and toss it in the back, adding it to the pile there.
Unbeknownst to me, last night while I was dealing with the officers who showed up at the house to document the damage done, Nalia had sent out a text to her family, and by eight this morning, they were here to help clean up. Her dad showed up with donuts, her sister Willow, her husband Clay, and their son with bagels, her sister Harmony, and her husband Harlen and their girls with a fruit platter and coffee, and her brothers Bax, Talon, and Sage with their wives and kids.
It's taken all of us working together about two hours to get everything cleaned up after spending a good amount of time in the kitchen hanging out before even getting to work. Without them all chipping in, I would have been cleaning up the mess for days, especially after getting up this morning and seeing that there was way more damage done than I realized last night in the dark. Not only had they toilet papered the yard and tossed eggs at the house, they had also trampled the flower beds and pulled shit out of the garden.
“I think that’s as good as it’s going to get, until you can use a pressure washer,” Nico tells me as he walks up with the hose he was using to spray down the outside of the house. The white brick was stained with yellow spots, along with a few of the windows where the kids had tossed eggs.
“I got one at the shop, I’ll bring it home tomorrow and some cleaning liquid” I take the hose from him and start walking it to the garage where the hook up is. “I really appreciate you guys stepping in to help get this all cleaned up.”
“Nalia was pretty adamant that she didn’t want the kids coming home to see what happened.”
Of course, she was, which is why her mom stayed behind at the house with Zuri and her nephew Nash.
“That’s the last of the trash.” Bax passes a bag of garbage to Sage, who walks it over to the back of Harlen’s truck, tossing it in with the rest.
“Thanks, man.”
“Glad we could help,” Bax says as Harlen walks up to join us. “I’m going to go get my wife; we still have some stuff to do around the house before we head over for the barbecue.”
“I’m going to do the same,” Harlen tells us as Sage and Talon join us, along with Clay, who has his son on his hip.
“I owe you all a beer.”
“We’ll have one this afternoon,” Nico says, patting my back, and Harlen gives him an odd look. “What?”
“Just wondering what the fuck is going on,” Harlen tells him with a frown.
“Pardon?” Nico asks him.
