Not that I wanted O. I just wanted what they had. That kind of crazy love.

“Most people have a normal kink,” I pointed out with a shake of my head. “Your kink is a damn tutu.”

“No, my kink is when my wife says cock. The skirt is just foreplay.”

“Fuck, I don’t wanna hear any of this.”

Judge’s cell dinged, and I was saved by the bell. When he pulled it out, his brow furrowed.

“All okay?”

“Lash says there’s a message on the voicemail from Mr. Danes. Apparently, he’d like to offer payment to ensure none of our recordings are made public.”

After I slept for nearly twenty hours, I’d woken up to the update that I hadn’t missed out on any fun.

Jury, Scythe, and Haze showing up during his party had been enough to make him cooperate. They hadn’t even had to resort to any fun violence to get their warning across.

Glitch hadn’t needed to, but he’d done it anyway—backhanding Danes so hard, his cheek had torn.

Since the footage we’d captured while tailing him showed Danes engaging in a lot of sex and douchebaggery, there was a long list of people he wouldn’t want to see that.

The top likely being his wife’s divorce attorney.

The footage from the panel in his office showed him financially abusing his wife by openly refusing her access to her own documents and money every time she asked. It also showed him hiring escorts who did not come cheap—pun intended—so there was an even longer list of people he wouldn’t want to see that.

The top two being his wife’s divorce attorney and the cops.

He wasn’t gonna fight Mrs. Danes on the divorce or custody.

It was a win.

“What’re you gonna tell him?” I asked.

“Jack-shit. I don’t owe him a response. Mrs. Danes and her attorney already have the footage. If it magically ends up plastered on the internet or emailed to his entire contact list…” He shrugged and grinned a cocky prick grin. “Couldn’t have happened to a more deserving man.”

I hoped like fuck Mrs. Danes was petty enough to do that.

I grabbed my beer and Mac’s margarita but kept my steps slow. “Any update with Glitch and Katarzyna?”

Judge gave a quick shake of his head as he opened the door. “Don’t ask.”

I’d sure as shit be asking, but I’d do it later.

I was nearly to the table when Mac turned and skewered me with a look, her lip curled in disgust. “You drank bong water?”

I grinned and lifted my drink. “Gets worse…”

8. Pickles, Bears, Blowtorch Redecorating

CHAPTER 8

PICKLES, BEARS, BLOWTORCH REDECORATING

MAC

“She doesn’t get it. She’s a total bitch.”

“Everly,” I drawled, not bothering to suppress the sigh in my voice.