The Deputy and His Enforcer (Kincaid Pack #3) - Kiki Clark Page 0,2
which was mostly why he’d failed to garner any real intel. Rivera hadn’t even popped up but a handful of times in the couple of weeks Robson had been staking out the town. And he’d only been able to follow him back to a perfectly nondescript two-story house once. When he’d driven past other times to see if Rivera was home, the place had looked empty and dark.
Maybe he’s with that woman at night. He gritted his teeth at the idea, the mental image of the two of them entwined together in less clothing than they’d had on when standing on the sidewalk in front of Wicca We Can pissing him off for some reason.
Hector was chuckling in his ear. “Just try and be there and be nice to her husband, asshole.”
Robson checked for traffic, then pulled out of his spot after a car got between him and Rivera’s SUV. “That guy bugs me. He can’t keep his hands off Reesa, and he, like, sniffs her hair and shit. It’s weird.”
“So him adoring her and liking the way she smells is weird to you? You gotta get laid, man. Just give him a chance, okay? You’re the big brother, and Reesa will be disappointed if she realizes you don’t like him. Then she’ll kick your ass.”
“She’s eight months pregnant,” he said, unable to stop himself from laughing at the idea of their tiny sister, who was currently as wide as she was tall, trying to kick his ass. “I think I can take her.”
Hector tsked at him. “You’ve forgotten that she plays dirty. She’ll totally knee you in the groin if you aren’t careful, just like when we were kids.”
He winced at the memory. She’d done just that a couple of times when he and Hector had ganged up on her or been particularly mean. The three of them were the closest in age and had stayed close, but when they were young, he and Hector could be downright cruel to her at times. They’d totally deserved getting kneed in the nuts.
Frowning, he watched Rivera turn into the parking lot of the community rec center, but he kept going, driving past and circling around the block.
“Fine. I’ll be nice. Now I really do need to go.” He parked on the street on the opposite side of the rec center and stayed in his car, eyes finding Rivera’s tall form and dark red hair easily in the surprisingly crowded parking lot.
“I hope because you have a shift, stalker. Stop doing illegal things.”
“It’s only illegal if the person being stalked feels threatened,” he muttered, watching as Rivera was approached by the same woman who’d been present the night of the dead body—Vanessa Wilkins. She was laughably shorter than the men she’d been with, but his instincts had pinged her as dangerous right away. She held herself like a true fighter just like the men did.
“For fuck’s sake,” Hector muttered. “Goodbye, Robito. See you Saturday.”
“Bye,” he said absently, slowly lowering his phone. He watched Rivera and the woman go into the rec center with a few other people, his mind turning fast. He really did need to try a new tactic in gaining information about Rivera and the others.
And he was pretty sure he knew exactly how to do it.
When he’d met Kincaid, Rivera, Young, and Wilkins, he’d noticed that Rivera hadn’t been able to take his eyes off him. Smirking, he shifted his car into gear and headed for his parents’ house. He could work with Rivera’s attraction. Maybe set a little honey trap.
He laughed at himself as he cruised outside of town. The group at the rec center had been pretty large, so whatever Rivera and Wilkins were doing there, he hoped he’d have enough time to run home and change, then be back before he left.
Of course, his mom stopped him as soon as he walked into the house.
“Robito? Can you come here, please?” she called from the living room, her lightly accented voice soft and warm like always.
He turned left into the living room instead of running straight up the stairs to his room, and his eyes widened at the boxes of stuff all over the space. “Whoa. What’s all this?”
“Just some things for Reesa’s shower. I’d ordered some stuff hoping she’d change her mind, and now everything just needs to be organized.” She smiled up at him from where she was sitting in the middle of the couch surrounded by ribbons, votive candles, and… candy? Her tiny frame