Page 84 of Lucky Boys
“I do still want that,” Covington continued, “The police are sniffing around again. They said they can’t find Bradley Fieldburg, but they searched his house and found some ties to me.”
We knew all that already. Wes and Diego had also been keeping an eye on them while we were here. While the cops didn’t know where Bradley was, we did. He was still in the United States and lying low. He also didn’t have Matthew with him, nor had shown any indication of trying to find him. We were all pretty sure he was involved, at least with Fieldburg’s murder and the attack on Brooks and Diego, but with no proof now, all we could do was monitor him.
Everything was shady as fuck, but we were in too deep to back out now. Something had happened to that kid. Diego, with Wes’s help, had turned to the dark web and were searching for any mention of Matthew in all the deepest crevices. It made me sick that we had to assume that possibility, but at this point, it seemed likely.
Luca was getting more pissed by the second and needed to get off this call. I walked around him and straddled his lap. He raised an eyebrow at me, but his hands cupped my ass and squeezed. I kissed the side of his jaw.
“And what about the kid?” Luca ground out. Diego had run facial recognition, but there hadn’t been a hit. He was now also looking through all missing children reports that would fit his age and description.
Covington sighed. “I already told you. I don’t know anything about that. As far as I know, Larsen has no kids. He came recommended to me by someone I trusted. I naively took it at face value. What that kid has to do with this, I have no idea.”
I shook my head, digging my fingers into a knot in Luca’s shoulder. I found it very hard to believe that Covington hadn’t done his own research on Larsen before hiring him. Even if he didn’t care much about what happened to Matthew, he cared enough about his reputation to not leave something that could potentially ruin him in the hands of a recommendation.
Luca just held back a moan as I dug in. “Fine. We’ll do it your way till the end of the week, Covington. If we’re still in the same boat, I’m changing tactics. You may not give a real fuck about finding your son, but we do.”
Covington’s voice was strained but he replied, “Understood.”
Luca hung up without another word.
“Sometimes I feel like a slimy piece of shit that we even took this contract.”
I shrugged, rubbing my hands up and down his chest. “Yeah, but if we can find the kid and he really was in danger, it’s worth it.”
Luca squeezed my ass again. “Yeah, I guess. Did you draw the short straw to drag me out of here today?”
I laughed rocking my hips. Luca pinched my thigh through my jeans, his gaze heated.
“Skye . . . ,” he warned. Though we all knew I didn’t heed warnings very well.
“Trust me, Boss, it’s no short straw. We do have a chart though.” I grinned so he knew I was kidding.
“Brat.”
“Nah, that’s Brooks. Who’s missing the fuck out of you. We all are. But I think he’s struggling the most, being away from home and Diego. And with all of this being so new to him and with everything in your past,” I trailed off, but Luca understood. Brooks needed extra reassurance that Luca wasn’t going to walk away again, and burying himself in work and ignoring his men wasn’t the way to do it.
“Fuck.” He burrowed his head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, darling. I’m fucking this all up.”
“You’re not. We all get it. Even Brooks. He understands how hard you’re working. I just think spending some time with us might do all of us some good.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I will. I’ll do better.”
I kissed the top of his head. “You’re doing fine. You know we all love you.”
“I love you all too. So fucking much.”
There was a small lull when we just sat there. I showed immense willpower and didn’t grind against him. Even I understood that he needed a moment.
When his hands started to caress me again, I told him the real reason I was here. “We’re having a family dinner. Wes and Diego are FaceTiming us. I bet Wes would love to see your pretty face.”
Luca growled, lifting his head. He tugged on my hair, tilting my head back and exposing my neck. A shiver ran through me.
“I’m not pretty.”
“No? How about cute, Boss?”
Luca’s teeth sunk into my neck and I screamed. Holy fuck, that man had a direct line to my cock. I moaned as he sucked a bruise into my skin.
“I’ll give you cute,” he grumbled playfully before slapping the side of my thigh, “C’mon. If you keep moving like that, I’ll forget all about family dinner and making up for ignoring my men.”
