Dutch: (Lucifer's Breed MC Book 4)
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“He’s known for huntin’ caiman on his pirogue; brags about the number of tags he gets too.”
“We’ll start there.” This time, Hawk is looking at his phone.
“You moved recently,” again Mr. Obvious, Wolf, points out. I nod at trying to figure out what he’s getting at.
“It said break-in, but what else happened?” Oh, so that’s where he’s going with that. I just shrug my shoulders; I really don’t want to have to tell them everything.
“Can’t do this without your help, chéri. I wanna know what he did and what he took.” Shit, okay, so maybe they are better at this than I gave them credit for. However, I can’t help hang my head in embarrassment. The cops asked the same thing, but I hadn’t noticed anything at the time.
“What did he take, suga?” So, Hawk is persuading me now.
Growling, I answer, “Fine, he cut up my couch and broke pictures. In my room, clothes were everywhere. He took sexy nighties and some of my panties.”
“You knew it was him, why?” Again, it bounces back to Wolf. I feel like I’m watching a tennis match.
“He made it known, okay. He left me a small bear on my bed.”
“A bear?” asked Hawk.
“I know it’s stupid, right! But we went out a few time before I said enough is enough. He had won me a stupid bear doing one of those claw games at a restaurant we went to during Mardi Gras. Ever since then a stupid bear will show up to let me know it’s him.”
They both nod, but say nothing. Both of them take a look around, looking out the window and checking the doors. I still sit on the counter wondering what to say or do at this point. I hate feeling like this, but it needs to be done if I want my life back.
“He knows you moved?” This time, it was Wolf who asked.
“Don’t know.”
“Yeah, he already knows. He’s got family in town; they done told him already. The chair’s heavy enough to keep him out better than the small lock on your door. Push it against when we leave. If he comes, call us,” says Wolf.
I never thought about it before, but these guys are trained to know this type of stuff, so I will take their advice to heart.
I nod, and both look at me for a minute. One starts to say something but stops himself.
“You gonna be okay?” Wolf looked at me with concern, and I nod again.
“You aren’t gonna cry, are ya?” Hawk, go figure.
However, my snort has their eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “I think I’m done for now, thanks. Anything else?”
“No, doll. We’ll be in touch,” Hawk states while he walks over to the door.
“I’m serious about the chair, chéri.” I feel like a damn bobblehead as I nod again. I just don’t know what to say.
They both leave; the sound of their boots on the stairs echoing. How the hell am I supposed to move the chair down the stairs? Maybe he meant my bedroom? I can move it there. I make sure the door is locked again after they leave. Thankfully, my stomach waited until they left to growl at me. Time to grab the spoons and chow down on some PB and J.