Page 139 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

“Where you going?” I asked, smiling just a little.

Davis reached for his cuffs. “Hank Lawson, you're under arrest.”

Hank’s gaze darted toward the door, toward Davis and Hall advancing with slow, measured steps.

The crowd tensed. The whole damn bar felt like it was holding its breath.

“You can’t do this,” Hank barked, his voice sharp, cracking at the edges. “I own half this town!”

I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Not anymore.”

Davis didn’t hesitate, stepping right up to him. “Hank Lawson, you're under arrest for vandalism, destruction of property, and harassment.”

He rattled off a list of other charges, but Hank barely heard him. His face had gone red, veins bulging at his temples.

“This is bullshit!” Hank twisted, trying to shove past me, but I stepped in his way.

He grabbed the front of my shirt.

“You think you’ve won?” Spit flew as he snarled, eyes wild. “You think some little video changes anything? I make the rules in this town.”

I leaned in, close enough that only he could hear.

“Not anymore.” Then, louder, “You're done, Hank.”

And just like that, Davis grabbed his arm, yanking him back, twisting him around.

The metallicclickof the handcuffs snapping into place was the sweetest damn sound I’d ever heard.

Hank let out a guttural growl, thrashing, but Hall was already there, pushing him toward the door.

I reached into my pocket, pulling out my phone, and tapped the screen.

The call rang twice before Ethan picked up. “Mason? What's…”

I flipped the camera around. “Say goodbye to Hank.”

Ethan and Owen’s faces filled the screen, eyes narrowing as they took in the scene.

The bar. The crowd. Hank, being shoved through the door, wrists bound, shouting like a rabid dog backed into a corner.

Owen let out a low whistle. “Well, damn.”

Ethan smirked, slow and satisfied. “About time.”

I turned the camera back to myself, my grip tightening around the phone.

“It’s over,” I said, my voice rough with something I hadn't let myself feel in a long time.

Relief.

Final, undeniable relief.

Ethan exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Aurora?”

“She doesn’t know yet,” I admitted. “But I can’t wait to tell her.”

Owen grinned. “Oh hell ya, she's going to love it.”

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