After Us (Next Generation #6) - J.M. Walker Page 0,39

You see.” He took a step toward me. “You took something important from me.”

The hackles rose on the back of my neck. “What are you getting at?” His son had deserved what he got. Sure, I reacted first before thinking of the consequences, but he had attacked my girl. He was lucky I didn’t do worse to him.

“My son was going to be the next mayor,” Price said, his jaw ticking.

I rolled my eyes then. “Right.” Brody Davies never wanted anything to do with politics. Of all the research I had done on him, he often looked bored in the pictures of him and his dad during his many public appearances and campaigns.

Price’s brows dropped in the middle. “You questioning me, boy?”

I chuckled then. “You don’t scare me, Price. Never have. Never will.”

“That’s Mr. Mayor to you, fuck—Jaron.” His cheeks reddened.

I grinned. “Nice catch, Price,” I said, drawing out his name. Calling him Mr. Mayor meant that I respected him. And that was something I had never done.

Price took a step toward me while his men stayed back. When he stood a couple of inches away, I could see the evil swimming in his deep sapphire eyes. “You want to know something?” he asked, low enough for only me to hear. “I don’t actually give a fuck that you killed my son.” He stepped closer. “He wasn’t even my blood anyway.”

That revelation didn’t sit well with me. It meant that he threw me in jail, made a huge fucking scene about it, just to get under my skin. Because of him, my daughter didn’t know her father the first ten months of her life. Because of him, my mother’s heart shattered. And because of him, I could have lost Piper forever.

Price smirked, curling his fingers around the handlebar between my hands. “I suggest watching your back, Jaron. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to those pretty little girls in your family. I could get a lot of money for your daughter. She would grow up in my world. She would be trained. She would be the perfect pet because she wouldn’t have the influence of the world hanging over her.” He leaned toward my ear. “I’d also have so much fun breaking Piper.”

“You even think of going after my girls…”

“You’ll what?” Price chuckled. “Remember what happened last time. You ended up in jail. Too bad it wasn’t longer.” He turned around, walking away from me but stopped suddenly. “I’d be careful if I were you. Your girls won’t always be protected. And your daughter will grow up.” He continued walking away, his wicked grin the last thing I saw before he stepped into the black SUV.

As soon as both vehicles sped away, I let out a sigh of relief but before I did what I came there to do, I called Cyrus.

“Yeah,” came his deep reply after the first ring.

“I need you to go to Piper’s sooner,” I told him, heading into the grocery store.

“On it. Where are you?”

“At the grocery store getting Brynlee some better formula and I was going to pick up food for Piper to cook but she needs a break.” I suddenly felt all eyes on me. I looked down at myself. I wasn’t wearing my cut. What could these people be looking at?

“Is it weird??” Cyrus asked.

I cleared my throat, not wanting to get into this with him. “Listen, just go to Piper’s and I’ll be there soon.”

I disconnected the call before he could ask any more questions. He wouldn’t. That was Sammy. He was the talker while Cyrus was the quiet, brooding type. That was how it used to be anyway. But maybe things had changed while I was away. I had found out during the times the twins came to visit me that there was a woman Sammy was sniffing around. But he refused to talk any more about it. So I never asked.

Quickly grabbing some food and more formula for Brynn, I made it to the checkout when the hairs on the back of my neck tingled. I looked around me, finding nothing out of the ordinary. People shopped, like they were supposed to be doing at a grocery store.

Biting back a sigh, I turned around and was greeted with a friendly smile from the young man working the cash.

“Newborn?” he asked, picking up the formula and scanning it.

“She’s almost ten months actually,” I told him.

“Ah. My sister uses this stuff for my nephew. She said it’s the best she’s found,” he