was curled up in the chair across from him, frowning at something on her laptop. Christ, she just couldn’t rest when there was work to be done, could she?
Apparently none of that had mattered to him, he was sprawled out naked under the comforter. The last thing he remembered was coming long and hard with her lips wrapped around his dick.
Had he passed out the minute she’d sucked him dry? Shit. “Babe,” he croaked. “How long was I out?”
“Just an hour. I figured you needed some sleep.”
“But you didn’t get yours.”
Her concerned expression dissolved into a mischievous one. “I took care of it myself. I’m handy that way.”
“What the fuck? Are you serious?” She better not have taken it into her own hands, that would be a surefire way to make him feel like a fucking failure of a man.
“No,” she laughed. “That takes too damn long.”
“Okay, good, that’s my job. Did you find something? Why were you looking so serious a second ago?”
Just like that, the frown returned. “I don’t think you wanna know.”
He was pretty sure he did. Propping himself up on his elbows, he asked again, “Liv, what did you find?”
“When’s the last time you talked to your father?” she asked.
What the fuck did that shitbag have to do with anything? “Twenty-some years ago when I left home. I saw him at my sister’s funeral, but he didn’t see me. Why?”
She sighed and rubbed her cheek. “His name’s George Branson Larter, right?”
“Yeah. Why the fuck are you looking him up?”
When she didn’t answer, he jumped out of bed and pulled the laptop out of her hands. She was looking at court documents from an aggravated assault case against someone named Christopher Mason, with George Larter listed as the defendant’s attorney. He glanced back at her, not quite sure why the find was significant. “Yeah, he’s a lawyer, that’s why I made a run for it as a kid. I knew reporting him for using me as a punching bag wouldn’t do anything, one of his buddies would just get him off and he’d do something worse.”
“He’s not just a lawyer, he’s the militia’s lawyer,” she explained. “Chris Mason is one of the founders. Over the past two years, your dad’s handled every criminal case their members have caught, everything from larceny to illegal weapons charges, even a murder. He’s pretty good too, only one guilty verdict and that was just for stealing a truck.”
“Shit.” Feeling like he’d gotten the wind knocked out of him, Torch took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed. He knew he should’ve finished off his old man years ago. “I haven’t thought about that son of a bitch in years. You’re telling me he was part of this?”
Liv got up from the chair and sat down next to him. Reaching over to tap the mouse pad, she pulled up what looked like undercover surveillance pictures. “I don’t know if he was part of setting it up, but it’s probably safe to assume he knows about the whole thing. These are pictures from a week-long ATF stakeout of the compound about four months ago, they got a tip about a transport but it didn’t pan out. That’s your dad with Mason, Scully, and two other members. They have footage of him going in and out almost every day. I’d say there’s more than an attorney-client relationship going on.”
Gritting his teeth, he handed her back the computer, walked over to a wall, and slammed his fist through it. It was one fucking thing to go after him or the club—that was a serious enough offense to warrant broken bones and blood loss—but to knowingly let Scully go after their women? His woman? If Liv hadn’t run back to leave her helmet, she would’ve been right in the path of that fucking car too.
No.
No fucking way would that stand.
Call it honor among thieves, call it a code, there were lines you didn’t cross unless you wanted to fucking die. Scully, Mena, Russell, his old man, they were all just cogs in the militia wheel. He didn’t give a rat’s ass who came up with the ideas, who gave the orders, or who carried any of it out, they were all complicit and they were all going to pay one way or another.
Seething with barely-controlled rage and ready to rip every last one of them apart with his bare hands, he turned back to her. “I want everything you have on