Page 34 of Kent's Honor
“You think you know shit about me because you’ve been poking around my business?”
Kent’s breath hitched. Darius was the best at finding people and covering his tracks. He’d found Daniel. Now, how did that little weasel know anyone was snooping into his background? “I’m not sure I understand.”
“You’ve messed with the wrong man. My boss doesn’t like it when his employees have people asking around about them.”
Shit. Pepe Hernandez was not the kind of man you fucked with.
“Stay away from Dixie and her son, and no one will ever be asking about you again.”
Daniel shook his head. “Call off your goons, and I will.”
“Done,” Kent said, holding his phone. “Just need to make one call.”
“Do it, and I’ll be gone. If not, I’ll be back, and I’ll be coming for my boy.” With that, Daniel turned on his heel and strolled down the street toward his car without a care in the world.
Anyone who thought they were untouchable was sorely mistaken, and Daniel would rue the day he came anywhere near the people Kent loved.
His heart pounded at the last thought, but he pushed it out of his mind as he took out his phone and texted Darius the license plate number along with a buddy of his from the local police department. Hopefully, they’d be able to get a handle on what this asshole was up to. Until then, he wasn’t sure it was safe to go anywhere.
Raking his fingers through his hair, he headed back inside.
“Did you spy on me?” Dixie asked with a hushed tone but an angry one nonetheless.
“I wouldn’t call it spying. I did a background check. Any parent would?—”
She poked him in the chest. “When someone does a background check on a potential employee, that person generally knows it’s happening, and it doesn’t include nosing around their loser ex-boyfriend whom they’d prefer not to ever see again.”
“Look. Maybe I should have told you I’d be doing that, but?—”
“No buts. Your prying brought him here, and you’ve put me in a horrible situation with my son,” she said, still in a menacing whisper. “I’ll forgive you for doing a check on me, because I’d do the same thing if I had the resources, but you took it a step too far and you brought Daniel right to my doorstep.”
“Kent!” Nicky came barreling into the room, arms flapping.
Kent picked up the little boy and kissed him on the cheek. He’d never let any harm come to him. Ever. That was a promise he intended to keep if it was the last thing he ever did.
“I’m ready to go,” Elle said, looping her arm through Dixie’s, who stared at him with a sadness that stabbed him right through his heart.
“There has been a change in plans,” he said quietly, holding Dixie’s gaze.
“What!” Elle’s smile quickly turned to a pout.
“A situation has come up that I can’t discuss in certain company.” He nodded his head toward Nicky who’d become amused by the tattoo on Kent’s neck. “Until I hear back from a friend, we’re going to have to stay put.”
Elle stomped her foot. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You promised, Dad, and you rarely break your word unless it’s work-related or someone died. Is it one of those two things?”
“No.” He held up a hand. “I intend to keep that promise, just not this minute,” Kent said.
“When then, Dad?” Elle pushed out her hip. “It’s not just me you’re letting down.” She wiggled her finger at Nicky. “He wanted to go…” She mouthed the wordfishing.
“I understand, and hopefully, in an hour or two. I need you to be patient. Can you do that for me?”
“Why don’t we go to your room, and I’ll curl your hair like the girl on the show you like so much while we wait for your father to find out what he needs. And if not today, we will have our girls’ day another time.” Dixie smoothed down Elle’s hair with the tender care only a mother could. “I’m pretty good with makeup too.”
“None of that,” Kent said. “She’s too young.”
“Not today, she’s not.” Dixie glared. “And I’m not arguing with you about it.”
“Okay,” Elle said less than enthusiastically, tugging Dixie across the room.
