Chapter Thirty-One

Lincoln

“I don’t know how welcome you are here.”

My attention shoots to Archer’s line of vision at his aggressive tone. He’s gripping a towel in his hand and shooting daggers at Louis, who’s walking in our direction, wearing determination and an expensive suit, sticking out like a sore thumb in the bar.

“Not here to see you,” Louis deadpans.

“It’s cool,” I tell Archer, stalking over to them.

Archer stares at me like I’ve lost my mind before understanding dawns on him. I filled him in on Cassidy and Quinton’s situation—not giving him all the details because I know Cassidy wants some specifics kept between us.

I jerk my head toward the end of the bar. Louis nods, his strides long as he meets me.

“What’s up?”

This has to be good news, right?

He wouldn’t pay me a visit for the fuck of it.

“You handed me some useful information,” he says with a nod of certainty and appreciation.

“I know,” I reply, wanting to get to the point. “Now, are you going to do something about it?”

He has to.

Quinton needs to go down for his crimes.

He was arrested shortly after Cassidy made her statement, but it didn’t take long for his attorney to show up, and he was bailed out in an hour. The power of having money and people in high places. Quinton's issue now is that he has Louis against him, and this motherfucker likes to bring criminals down. He’s a fighter, and he has been featured in documentaries about how many cases he’s won and how well he convinces jurors that criminals need to go down for their crimes. He doesn’t fuck around, and that’s exactly who we need on our side to take Quinton down.

“Already started,” Louis replies. “We’ve tracked him, and we know he’s been bailed out. We’ve kept it hush-hush, not going to his attorney, until we find out what cops he’s working with.” He taps his hand against the bar. “Just wanted to keep you updated.”

With Kyle’s connections, he’s informed us on everything Quinton related the best he can. Cassidy’s restraining order is active, and we make sure she’s not alone. She calls us overbearing, but we’re not giving Quinton any chance to retaliate.

“I appreciate that.” I tilt my head in his direction. “How about a drink on the house?”

Louis shakes his head. “Not interested in having a drink poured by the man who was sleeping with my wife.”

Louis is the most straight-to-the-point, no-bullshit man I’ve met in my life.

With that, he turns and walks out of the bar.

It’s Cassidy’s first night back at work.