The Deputy and His Enforcer (Kincaid Pack #3) - Kiki Clark Page 0,4

he’d fed the cows that morning, based on the smell.

“Shut up. Go… clean your room or something.”

Mateo laughed as he walked past wearing nylon shorts and pulling a gray T-shirt over his head. “Smooth, dude.”

If their mom hadn’t been watching with a fond smile, Robson might have done something juvenile like throw a wadded-up piece of bread at Mateo’s head. Instead, he finished eating, handed the plate to his mom, and jogged upstairs. He’d come home to change, and he wanted to still try and get back before Rivera left the rec center.

Since he’d showered that morning, he just stripped off his cargo shorts and faded T-shirt and pulled on his tightest jeans and a formfitting black tank top that showed off his tattoos and biceps.

As he headed out, Mateo and his mom were in the living room. She called a “Good luck” to him, and he waved, ignoring Teo’s laughter.

By the time he got back to the rec center, it had been almost an hour, and he let out a relieved breath when he saw Rivera’s SUV still in the same spot.

He parked his car just behind the SUV and popped the hood. Hurrying while trying not to look like he was, he leaned over the engine and pulled loose a random wire. He glanced around with his head still down, making sure no one was around or paying attention to him, but didn’t see anyone. Resting his hands on the front bumper, he looked toward the building but didn’t see movement. He let his eyes wander, praying Rivera wouldn’t be inside for another hour, and then froze when he noticed the sign next to the front door.

He’d driven past the rec center plenty of times since he’d been home, but he hadn’t been this close to the building, and it hadn’t been there when he left town. In large letters, the sign read Meyerville Community Recreation Center, but underneath, in much smaller font, it said Sponsored by The Kincaid Group.

“What the fuck? Who are these people?”

Robson had a number of theories on what had happened the night of the body dump and who Kincaid and the others were, but none of those theories made sense with the fact that Kincaid had apparently paid for the rec center to be built. Especially not his prevailing theory that they were traffickers—human or drugs—and that the local authorities and community leaders were either in on it or being paid off.

Straightening, he took in the center with new eyes. The building was two stories and quite large, holding classes and group activities in the classrooms upstairs—including the birthing class Reesa was taking. The main floor apparently had a pool and a couple of basketball courts. And if that weren’t enough, the large section of grass next to the building had a lot of jungle gym equipment, and behind the building was a field used for soccer and football.

Robson had actually been surprised by how large and nice it was the first time he’d seen it. Meyerville wasn’t that big, and the school had its own fields and classrooms people could use, so why did the community need their own?

But then he’d started noticing how many more businesses were open downtown and how much foot traffic there was. And a few weeks ago, right when the body was found outside of town, there was a fall festival that was apparently an annual tradition now. He remembered some things when he was a kid but nothing like the town-wide festivities he’d seen. His mom even volunteered to help with something, though she’d told him she’d been unsuccessful in getting onto the actual planning committee two years in a row.

The town Robson had left had been dying, like a lot of small towns in Michigan. But now? Meyerville seemed to be… thriving. And growing. There was talk of a housing development maybe being built just outside of town to provide housing for the influx of people moving to the area.

It was all a little… strange.

“Robson?”

Whipping around, he narrowed his eyes at his sister Reesa, her husband, Patrick, and the tall man standing just behind them. Rivera.

“Deputy Medina.”

Marcus Rivera’s voice was a lot softer than his large frame would imply, but the sound of his voice had Robson’s dick twitching in his uncomfortably tight jeans.

Ah shit.

Chapter Two

Marcus Rivera was having a weird day.

First, he’d been basically kicked out of his alpha’s home for “working too much” and told to go home and get some rest and