Texas Tornado (Freebirds Book 5) (6 page)

“I’ve been dressing a little girl for five years now. I think I can handle tucking your pants into your boots. At least you’re not asking me to pull your wedgie out.”

I snickered. “That girl of yours is a hoot.”

His smile lit up the room. “Yeah, she is. I love the shit out of her. Now, I could do with a little less ‘Daddy I’ve got snot in my hair’ and a little more ‘Daddy can we go watch a movie.’ The girl sure has me wrapped around her little finger, though.”

I smiled wistfully. I’d always wanted children. In fact, I wanted a house full. However, after the disaster that was Zander, I knew I probably would never have any. At twenty-six and three quarters, I still had a lot of time to have them, yet I wasn’t so sure of my judgment at this point. I never wanted put an innocent child’s life at risk, which equaled no kids for me.

I smiled at him and patted his hair. “So, you’d rather her grow up and start dating horny boys? Because that’s what comes with the aging process.”

His scowl would’ve made some women cringe back in fear, but not me. I may have been beaten, but I never stopped fighting. I wouldn’t back down to anyone ever again, and I’d fight until my last breath.

Not to mention that his anger didn’t seem to be directed at me, but at the thought of his little girl growing up. “It’s okay. I know for a fact that daughters will always need their daddies.”

His scowl morphed into a cool professional facade, which didn’t surprise me much. My father was a taboo subject around them. Not that I could tell you why. From what little I knew of my father, he wasn’t a bad man. Only a free spirit who wouldn’t settle down.

“Whatever.” I said as I turned on my heel and exited the bathroom.

“About time. How long does it take to zip up a pair of pants?” Sam said in exasperation.

“Well, first he had to help me put on a pair of panties and hook my bra. Then he had to help me get my wide hips into the pants.
Then
he zipped them.” I smiled at him sweetly.

His eyes narrowed, and I could’ve sworn he looked pissed. Then I thought better of it. What did he have to be pissed about? According to him, I was nothing. An inconsequential person in his life that wasn’t worth his time.

Sam’s eyes went from my face to James’ face as he exited the bathroom behind me. His hands went up in a ‘don’t shoot me’ gesture, and he returned to his perch on my recliner.

Walking to the kitchen, I studied the clock for a few moments. It was fifteen passed ten, which meant I should leave shortly if I wanted to get there a little early.

“I have to go. Can either one of you tell me what’s the best way to go?” I asked, turning to face the two men again, edging as inconspicuously towards the door as I could.

James didn’t look like he noticed, but Sam came off the wall as soon as I made my first move in the direction of the door. “What the hell is your problem, and why are you running from us?”

I froze, and then my temper exploded. “What the fuck do you care, boyo? I don’t owe you any explanation what so ever! Now, if you’ll please see yourself out.” I said as I stomped towards the door, opened it, and stomped down the stairs.

My broken arm throbbed, but I pushed it away, and kept with my forward motion.

“Smooth, Sam. Is that how you picked my sister up? Do you use those skills on all the ladies?” James chirped.

I contained my smile, heading back towards town.

I didn’t make it far before the roar of a motorcycle growled to life, and James pulled up next to me on the street. “You know, it’s really not safe for you to be walking out here like this. Some man could snatch you off the road, and we’d never know.”

“They could try.” I muttered, stopped, and turned towards him.

He smiled as he placed his giant clodhoppers onto the ground and waited for me to jump on. Handing me his helmet, I situated it over my head awkwardly, and then climbed on. It’d been a while, but I managed to mount the bike with a fair amount of ease, and scooted close to James, but not close enough that anything good was touching.

“You’re gonna have to move closer to me if you don’t want to fall off.” He chuckled.

Reluctantly, I moved forward until my crotch was snug to his backside, and then wrapped my good hand around his chest, resting my casted hand on his thigh.

“Good girl.” He said right before he patted my thigh with his large hand, and then took off like a rocket.

I squealed.

His laughter didn’t bother me. I was a real girl when it came to bikes. I don’t know a thing about them, only that they go fast, they’re big, and they’re chick magnets. I’d only ridden on them with my brother and Zander, but you could see the long lingering looks that women gave them.

The wind whipped my hair every which way, and I wondered why I even bothered to blow dry it. It would’ve saved me time if I’d just done it this way to begin with. I wouldn’t have had to force myself to do it, which, in turn, wouldn’t have made my arm hurt worse.

The ride was fairly short, I knew from my many explorations through town that we were in the historical district, but it wasn’t near the courthouse as I’d assumed.

He stopped in front of a plain brick building with only a tinted glass door that had “Child Services of Rusk County” stamped on it with plain white letters. I reluctantly let my body slide from the bike, and barely held back the moan. My face was a different story, because James must’ve read something on it if the smirk that tilted up his lips was any indication.

“Thanks for the ride, James. I’ll see you later.” I said as I handed the helmet to him and turned my back on him.

“I’ll be waiting.” He yelled just as I reached the front door.

I turned to look over my shoulder. “Who says I’ll need a ride?”

Obviously the opening I’d inadvertently given him was too good to pass up, because he smiled widely and said, “Oh, baby. You’re more in need of a ride then anybody I know. Although, I’m not sure it has anything to do with a motorcycle.”

I’d barely contained the palm/forehead slap I wanted to do after that line. Barely. However, I managed it as I opened the door to my possible future.

My last thought was that I’d absolutely kill for a ride from him. In a heartbeat.

Chapter 5

If his lips are gonna be on something I made, I’d rather it be a duck call.

-Jase-Duck Dynasty

James

Cursing as the phone in my pocket stopped ringing before I could answer it, I glanced at the screen and groaned.

Twenty seconds later, it started up again. “Hello?”

“Mr. Allen? This is Lillian McBride, with Child Protective Services. Is this a good time to speak with you?” No nonsense Lillian asked.

Gritting my teeth against the irony of being outside her very building while she was calling me, I managed a stark, “Yes.”

“We’ve had another report filed against you. We would like to come out sometime in the next week to evaluate the allegation.” She said formally.

No bullshitting with this one. The woman was a hardened shell of a woman. Although, I guess she would be. She’d seen it all in her fifty something years, and then some. The sad thing was, was that most of those ‘things’ she’d seen were all about children. Poorly treated, abused children.

“What is the report this time?” I asked with a frustrated sigh.

I’d had social services, as well as police, called on me at least once a month over Janie. My ex, Anna, decided that she wanted to be a part of Janie’s life after all, and was using everything in her power to get it. What I hadn’t figured out yet was why.

A little over a year ago, Anna had tried to say that Janie wasn’t mine. Luckily, after a DNA test, it was proven that I was Janie’s father, no longer giving her a leg to stand on. Then the stupid woman tried to sue for custody of Janie. Which didn’t go well for me at all.

The judge that presided over the case was a man hating woman activist who hated me on principle. She didn’t care that Anna had signed over her rights to Janie. All she cared about was doing what was best for women.

The bile still burns when I think about the court hearing that day.

***

Six months ago

Stevens v. Allen

Family Court of Rusk County

“Ms. Allen, can you tell me why you signed away your rights?” Anna’s douche of a lawyer asked.

Anna struck a sad face and forced a lone tear to trail down her cheek. “James, I mean, Mr. Allen, told me he would force me to, and it would be best if I did it the easy way.”

What a load of bullshit. I’d never done any such thing. I’d given her two months to come back before having my lawyer contact her. She’d signed away her rights in front of a fucking judge for Christ’s sake. I didn’t force her to do anything.

Fucking bitch.

I heard Cheyenne and my mother’s sharp inhalation behind me after Anna made her explanation, and I prayed that they both held it together. This shit wasn’t easy for me either, but I was good at waiting.

A sniper had to be.

“No further questions.” Mr. Douche smirked.

Chairs creaked as the occupants of their seats shifted while waiting to see what happened next.

My lawyer, Todd Masterson, stood and made his way to the box where Anna sat. She shifted uncomfortably at the power emanating from him, and I inwardly grinned.

The man was fucking awesome. Six feet four inches of hard muscle wrapped up in a sleek lawyer’s suit. He’d been a marine for twelve years, and a lawyer for seventeen. He knew his shit, and I had every faith in him. After 9/11, he’d enlisted, and hadn’t looked back since. He’d handled my affairs for the past six years, and my mother’s before that.

“Ms. Steven’s,” Todd boomed, then flexed his hands. “Have you pursued any contact with Janie since you signed away your rights?”

Anna shifted again. “Well, three years ago I tried to see her, but that man,” She pointed in Sam’s direction. “Wouldn’t let me, so I left.”

Sam didn’t shift when the scrutiny turned his way. In fact, his presence only seemed to multiply. The man was a fucking robot when he wanted to be. Not one thing could shake our captain. Oh, he could be angered, or upset, but you’d never be able to tell. He’d just kill you first. He’d slit your throat, facial expression never changing.

“Well, from what I understand from my records, that was four years ago. What exactly have you been doing since then?”

She didn’t have an answer right off hand, so she took a few seconds to think about it. “Well, he told me that if I returned, that I wouldn’t like it. I felt my life was in danger, so I stayed away.” She finally answered.

“What did he say that made you feel threatened?”

“Objection.” Mr. Douche yelled.

“Sustained. Mr. Masterson, please stay on topic.”

I was confused as to why that wasn’t on topic, but with the way that the judge kept glaring at me and Todd, I wasn’t sure there was a reason. She was just that bad of a bitch. The woman was going to cost me custody of my daughter. I knew it.

Twenty minutes later, my fears were confirmed. At least partially.

“Ms. Stevens, I am granting you supervised visitation, with a chance of partial custody after five months if the third party supervisor confirms that you are worthy. Dismissed.” The woman snapped, then clanged the gavel.

My stomach was at my feet. Janie didn’t know her mother at all. That wouldn’t stop her though. At six, she was very intelligent. I’d told her about her mother, about why she wasn’t with her any longer. Janie knew, on some level, that her mother wasn’t there because her mother didn’t want her. Therefore, Janie seeing her, even in a supervised setting, didn’t sit well with me.

Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do about it just yet. Only figure out what Anna’s ulterior motive was before she hurt my little girl.

***

The sigh that slipped out of Lillian’s mouth surprised me. She was normally careful to be completely partial, but I had a feeling that Anna’s false claims were wearing on her patience.

“The anonymous tip that was obtained says that you are bringing unconscious women that you’ve drugged home and then copulating with them. Where then you make them walk home.” She finally said.

“Ummm, okay. I guess I’ll see you soon. Mrs. Lillian.” I said tightly, hanging up at her proper Goodbye.

What. The. Fuck.

I haven’t had a woman in my house in five fucking years. That didn’t mean I’d been celibate since then, but I sure haven’t fucked any of them in front of my daughter.

Then what she’d said hit me, and I wanted to fucking kill someone.

An unconscious woman could very well be Shiloh. Although unconscious, I hadn’t fucked her. I most certainly would’ve remembered that. The woman had been the star of my jerk off fantasies for seven and a half months now.

And if they had seen Shiloh being carried in by me last night, then that meant that they had eyes on me. “Motherfucker.” I growled.

Yanking the phone out of my pocket and all but spit my words out to Sam on the other line. “Find him.”

***

Shiloh

“Hello, Ms. Mackenzie,” The woman who’d be doing my interview, Lillian, said before gesturing to a seat. “Please, have a seat. I’m sorry I was delayed. I had to make a quick phone call to someone about a case.”

“That’s okay, Mrs. McBride, I understand.” I said once I was situated in my seat.

She sighed loudly, and I was startled. Lillian looked like a woman that would die before sighing, so I assumed the case was a bad one.

“Once you’re hired on, I would love to go over this case with you. I’ve heard such good things about you. Captain Brady didn’t have anything but nice things to say. He said you’ve helped a lot of children in your short time as a social worker.” She explained.

Captain Brady was like a second father to me. He knew my dad, and was always there when I needed something. He’d also helped me sign on with the Galveston PD when I was nothing more than eighteen newbie. I’d been a police dispatcher while I went to school for my Social Services degree.

“Yeah, Captain Brady is a great man.” I agreed.

I had to force myself not to say hell of a great man. I’m not sure how that worked with a job interview. After working at the police department around a bunch of men, as well as my brother, I just didn’t have the vocabulary of a debutante. I swear like a sailor, and it’s not often that I curb it. However, I’d do just about anything to get out of my current job, even if it meant changing my attitude for the time being.