Page 100 of Lucky Boys
“Thanks for doing this. Both of you,” I told Wes and Mav. “You don’t know how much it means to me.”
“Luc, I’d go to hell and back for you. I love you. If you need me, I’m there.”
I had to hang up before I lost it. “Get some rest and get your man to a damn bed.”
Wes just laughed. “You take care of your boys, I’ll take care of mine.”
With one last round of I love yous, I hung up and glanced at Maverick where he was leaning, eyes half closed, against the door. He looked as exhausted as I felt.
I leaned against him. “Thank you. For being there for me.”
“Always, Luc. You know that.”
“Do you think we can get a few more hours of sleep before they wake up?”
He chuckled. “I sure fucking hope so.”
We went back into the room. I smiled at my men, who had wrapped themselves around each other, the blanket tangled in between their mess of limbs. Brooks’s ass, which was still pink all these hours later, was completely exposed. Skye’s torso, andall the little cuts and marks, was also out and proud. There was no chance in hell of us untangling them, though we did try. So we just joined the cuddle pile, and within seconds, I was dozing off.
I had planned to talk to Brooks right away, but when we all started to wake up a few hours later and Brooks was still super cuddly and half in subspace, I realized it wasn’t the time. We spent the morning together, all four of us. We took a bath, two at a time. Brooks lay right on my lap, his soft dick nestled in between his legs. He was smiley and giggly, joking the whole time, but I could tell he wasn’t in the headspace for a serious conversation and a whole bunch of apologies.
Once creams were reapplied and everyone was dressed, we regrouped in the living room, where we spent the day eating junk food and watching movies and cuddling. It was perfect. The heaviness of the night before hung over us like a shadow, but by an unspoken agreement, no one discussed it. Today was about closeness.
It was hours later and we were watchingUp—Maverick steadfastly denied crying during the beginning montage—when our day of peace got cut short. None of us had been on our phones much all day. Diego had called Brooks to check up on him, and Wes had texted me a few times to make sure I was okay, but besides that, we were mostly unconnected. I had a special alert on in case it was an emergency, and that was the only call I planned on answering.
But just around the time Russell showed up at Carl’s doorstep in the movie my emergency tone went off. We all fell silent, three sets of eyes falling on me as I struggled to get my phone out of my pocket with Brooks on my lap. It was Wes.
“What’s wrong?” No point beating around the bush.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but Diego found something.”
Brooks sucked in a breath. Maverick leaned forward in anticipation, and Skye just looked ready to go.
“What?”
“Hi, all. B, you okay?” Diego jumped on.
“I’m good. What did you find?”
“I know who that kid is. I was able to trace him to a missing persons report. Sawyer Richards, age six, born in Seattle. Went missing from his home in south New Jersey where he had been living with his mom and grandfather. His mother believed he was taken by his father, but the cops have no proof, nor have they found any sign of him. An AMBER Alert was never issued because there was no license plate.”
“And his father?” Though, I already knew the answer.
“Damian Larsen, though his mother knew him as Damian Richards. Pictures are a match though. It’s him.”
“Motherfucker.” That was Skye.
“Luca,” Wes added. “I know Brooks said he seemed unharmed, but the mother was concerned for her son’s safety in the police reports. Claimed there were a few instances of violence, as well as stalking, that caused her to move across the country to New Jersey, and there was a restraining order against him. He had been fighting for custody, but she had been granted emergency permanent custody just weeks before he went missing.”
“And yet, the police found no proof that it was his dad?” Brooks asked, disbelieving.
“You know how it goes,” Diego responded with a shrug.
“Luc, I’m going to go down and talk to his mom today. It’s only a 2-hour ride from here, and it’s still early enough in the day where I can manage it. I think it would be beneficial to get more information.”
I agreed. My mind was whirling as I tried to lock down a plan. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. In the meantime, I’m going to call Covington again, and we’re going to come up with plan B. It’s likely safe to assume that both Sawyer’s and Matthew’s lives could be in danger, and we can no longer sit around.”
“Leave it for today, Luc,” Maverick told me, meeting my eyes across the couch. “Let Wes talk to the mom. Once we have more information, we’ll make a move.” He very purposefully eyed Brooks before looking back at me.
