Page 99 of Enticing the Fixer

For a man with a near-genius IQ and a photographic memory, thinking with my dick and not with my brain is the great equalizer.

“Almost there.” Jagger’s phone gives the remaining feet before our next turn. “Stop a block before the address, and I’ll survey the area.” My brother taps onto the screen of his phone.

“You don’t have to go.”

“And you don’t have to be a dumbass, but you are. You realize that family is more important than my buddies in the military or the guys at Truman Security, and I’d do anything for them.”

Tears spring to my eyes. I hastily blink them away. “Tha–” I cough as the ball of emotions stuck in my throat makes it hard to speak over. “Thank you.”

I turn onto the side street and drive past a 2-story house with a broken window and a sofa on the front porch.

“There it is. It’s three houses down the street.” Jagger points at the white story and a half house.

My eyes zone in on the house with a Mercedes parked in the driveway. The fact Marge didn’t hide her vehicle emphasizes how confident they are in their safety which works in our favor. Or…. showcases how reckless and stupid they are. I’m not sure which I’d prefer at this point.

I swallow over the lump in my throat, wishing I had a shot of whiskey to ease my nerves. After I flip off the headlights, I ease into the opening along the sidewalk. The home we’re parked in front of is dark, and there’s no movement in the driveway.

Jagger’s phone beeps. “They have a search warrant.”

“How far out are they?”

“Twenty minutes. Thirty minutes top. They’re putting together a team. If you go in, you could ruin their chances of getting her arrested.”

I pull the keys out of the ignition and swivel to face my brother. “I don’t care. It’s the least of my worries whether she spends one second behind bars. I want Kinsley away from her and safe. I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.”

Jagger winks. “If it weren’t such a serious circumstance, I’d give you shit for being pussy whipped.”

Even though he’s trying to lighten the mood, nothing works. “I’d have to be able to keep the girl to be whipped.”

“Dude,” Jagger growls with his hand on the door handle. “She’s fine.”

“She might be fine, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to give me the time of day. I wasn’t honest with her, and she ended up kidnapped. Do you know a lot of women who stick with the guy who could have prevented that from happening? Should have prevented that from happening.” The rest of my entourage pulls into place along the street.

“Sure.” He snaps open the door as Maverick and Jax stop beside the driver’s side. I climb out to join them.

Jagger shuts the door and rests his forearms on the roof of my car. “Right after, they beg for forgiveness and give them the best dick they’ve ever had. Seriously, brother, there’s a reason military men and cops get to bang all the girls, and accountants get to do their books. Your dick was too small to make the cut.”

“Burn,” Maverick snorts.

“Fuck you.” I shake my head. “You guys are assholes.”

“Yeah, we might be, but we’re the best backup you can find.” Jax opens the backdoor and lets Mac out. He sniffs the air and whimpers, jerking on the leash in his hand. She’s here, and Mac is ready to get her.

“You’re right. The people’s house we’re parked in front of aren’t home, so they aren’t an option, and the people with the sofa on the front porch are getting high in the kitchen.”

“What did I say?” Jax raises his hand in the air, waiting for a high five. “We’re the best you can find.”

Whatever.I shut the door quietly so as not to alert anyone in the neighborhood. I appreciate their attempts to calm my nerves. Because without them, I’d be coming out of my skin.

“Silence your phone. While you were driving, I put us all on a group chat. Since I can’t get you to hear reason, we’re going in. Together.” Jagger slips into the side yard two houses down from Carla’s house. “Give me five.”

Sean rakes a hand through his hair. “Which way do you want me to go?”

“You don’t have to do this.” I shake my head. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I don’t owe you anything, but if I don’t do something to save my wife’s cousin and best friend, I won’t be able to sleep at night. Kinsley is a great girl, and my wife would never forgive me.”

“Then, you’re welcome to come with us.” Mac sniffs at him as if he’s checking to see if he is friend or foe.

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