Page 22 of Sparrow

“I’m never going to take this for granted again,” I say as I dial Glitch.

“They spring you yet?” I grunt, feeling too tired to talk.

“I have information that can’t wait, and you are not going to like it.” Could this day get any better?

“Give me the good news first.” I lean forward and hold my head.

“Officer Nassar is engaged to be married. It’s all over today’s socialite pages. His fiancee is Soraya Toran, daughter of Armin Toran. He’s a known arms dealer with ties to,” I cut her off before she can say it.

“The Baez brothers.” I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose.

“Is there a cherry on top of this fucked up cake?” I look around when I hear a gasp.

“Sorry,” I whisper to a mom walking her dog and pushing a stroller with a little girl looking right at me.

“Cherries are my favorite, so of course I saved the best for last.” I nod.

“Of course you did.” I sit back and turn my face to the sky.

“Malachi doesn’t know anything about their companies. He’s a good guy for a cop.” I curse again, shaking my head.

“An all-American good boy, I’m sure.” Glitch coughs like she choked on her coffee.

“What?” I’m not sure I can take any more of her news.

“After your arrest.” I corrected her.

“Detention, no official charges have been filed.” She laughs.

“Semantics. After you got your ass locked up, Sparrow showed up here with Malachi. He’s an Iranian Wolf. Milly saw him and broke down. It was a shit show.” I rub my hand over my face and hiss in pain.

Fucking broken nose.

“Is she ok?” Glitch doesn’t answer, and I start to worry.

“Yes. Everything seems to be calm this morning.” I frown.

“Why the pause then?” I stand and start pacing.

“King also had a moment.” Fuck.

“I’ll be home soon.” I hang up on her and stretch out my shoulders.

I am not in any shape to handle Lucas today.

“Family first,” I say, not expecting a response from anyone.

“So, you’re not the criminal mastermind Andrews is trying to portray you as?” I grind my molars.

Opening my eyes, I stare up at Officer Malachi Nassar. My sisters, gag, boyfriend.

“What makes you think that?” I raise an eyebrow at his cocky grin.

“Only wise men know and understand the value of family.” I laugh.

“I know Mafia leaders who would totally agree with you. Are they also good men?” Malachi opens his truck door.

“I said you weren’t a criminal mastermind. I never said a thing about you being a good man.” Touché.

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