Page 110 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

Where had he heard that before? “If fighting for my kids makes me an asshole, I’ll wear that badge proudly. Make sure they’re aware I’m picking them up at school.”

He ended the call at the same time a very familiar Audi slowly passed him and turned into The Plant’s back lot.

Fuck.

He was in no mood to deal with Cabrera’s smart mouth right now.

Hell, right now he was in no mood to deal with any fucking woman.

It had only taken one to taint his view of them all.

Painting them all with the same brush might not be fair. However, every time he was starting to believe differently and that he shouldn’t lump them all together, a phone call to his ex-wife spiraled him right back to that belief.

Sasha was not only determined to destroy his relationship with his children, she also had effectively poisoned him against any real future relationship with women. Including the one climbing out of her sports car with her eyes on him as he walked through the open gate.

She remained next to her car as if waiting for him to approach. He didn’t. He strode past her and toward the side of the building where the stairs to the third floor were located.

“Hey… you okay?” she called out.

“Yeah,” he threw over his shoulder, not slowing down.

He heard her behind him scrambling to catch up. “Your expression says otherwise. Bad news?”

“No.” For some reason he stopped short, turned and blurted out, “I’ll have my kids this weekend.”

Why the fuck did she need to know that?

Her face lit up. “Oh nice. Do you get them often?”

“Not often enough.”

Her face fell. “Sorry. I’m sure the divorce was hard on them.”

“Yeah. Just letting you know that I’ll be unavailable this weekend in case anything goes down with you at Hawg Wild.”

“Okay.”

“Torres will be in charge of the task force.”

“Okay.”

“I won’t be over.”Oh for fuck’s sake.

“To be expected and I didn’t invite you over, anyway.”

Right.

“Do you think your dick is addictive like meth?”

He didn’t answer that.

“And the way you left this morning made me think you had no interest in coming back.”

He didn’t respond to that, either. Because what the fuck could he say to that?

He had rushed out of there like his ass was on fire and not from being spanked.

Women. They were walking, talking traps.

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