“It’s my business to know everything. I got a lot of ways I find shit out and I use those ways. I do not trade in information very often. That’s sticky and you gotta keep tabs on everything, beware of shifts in the underbelly, because you could cross someone you don’t wanna cross when they’re nobody but they end up somebody and allegiances in our world change daily. But I still gotta know. I make my money getting things for people. Delivering things for people. Providing safety in a variety of ways. Knowledge is power and to do my job and make it so my guys can do theirs and do it safely, I need as much of that as I can get.”

“Okay,” I said when he stopped talking.

“So I know.”

“Okay,” I repeated.

“And I want you to stay away from that warehouse,” he ordered.

“I can’t, Sebring,” I shared, watched frustration flash in his irate eyes and went on, “I’m out of my warehouse but I have a meeting with Dad and Georgia next week. They want me doing what I do in DTC but they also want reports about what I’m doing. David, the man who did it before me—”

“Jacked your shit and stole a shit ton of money.”

Automatically I started to push up from his chest.

Surface information was one thing. It was rife on the streets. Anyone could gather it in a variety of ways.

But detail like that?

His arm that was resting on the bed shot around me and held me where I was.

“Liv, it isn’t a secret,” he told me.

“Did Raid—?” I started to ask, not believing that. Raiden Miller was a bounty hunter and a good one, part of that being he was the soul of discretion.

“The man disappeared and Harkin went after him. Harkin is clumsy and has never been known for finesse. But your dad thinks he can do and say whatever the fuck he wants wherever the fuck he wants. He spewed his anger wide about Littleton fucking him and what he intended to do with him when he got him back. So like I said, not a secret.”

“God, Dad is such a fool,” I whispered to Nick’s throat.

“Liv.”

I looked to his face.

“You know what happened to David Littleton?”

I shook my head, sharing, “In our crew, David wasn’t the first to disappear. I might be privy to certain decisions but I’m rarely privy to the mechanics of carrying them out. Those functions of the business were never a part of my role.”

“Keep it that way,” he ordered.

I nodded readily, seeing as following that order wouldn’t be difficult.