Page 137 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

Then it happened.

A flicker of light. A gust of wind.

And for a fraction of a second, the hood slipped back.

Hank Lawson’s face stared right into the camera.

A slow, burning heat spread through my chest, my fingers curling into fists.

“That's all we need for a warrant,” Davis said. “Judge is signing off on it now. By tonight, Hank’s gonna be in cuffs.”

I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my hair.

This should’ve felt like relief. Hell, it should’ve felt like a win.

But instead, all I could think about was Aurora. Everything she’d fought for, everything she still had to lose.

“Hank’s not gonna go down easy,” I muttered. “He's a cockroach. You crush him, he finds a way to crawl out.”

Hall leaned back in his chair. “We’re not taking chances. We wanted you to know first.”

That meant something.

Not just because they were my friends, but because they knew how much this mattered to me, to Ethan and Owen, to Aurora. To all of us.

I nodded. “Appreciate it.”

Davis stood, his expression serious. “Be careful, Mason. Hank’s cornered. And a cornered man is a dangerous one.”

I met his gaze, my jaw tightening. “Yeah,” I said. “So am I.”

Then I turned and walked out, my mind already racing. For the first time in a long damn while, I saw a way out.

Justice was coming. And I was gonna make damn sure of it.

By the time I made it to Lucky’s, I was seeing red.

The place was packed. Friday night crowd, locals nursing beers, a few tourists passing through.

The usual hum of conversation filled the air, but the second I stepped inside, people turned.

Maybe it was the way I was walking, all clenched fists and raw fury, or maybe they could just feel something was about to go down.

And Hank Lawson?

He was right where I expected him to be, sitting at the corner table like he owned the place.

A couple of his usual cronies surrounded him, but they weren’t laughing and drinking like normal.

They were tense. They knew.

Hank lifted his whiskey glass, giving me that smug, condescending smirk he always wore when he thought he was untouchable.

“Something on your mind, Grady?”

The whole bar went quiet. Even the bartender stopped pouring.

I didn’t stop until I was standing right in front of him, my shadow falling over his table.

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