“Kassidy!” my father yelled.
Ethan’s breath caught and he glanced over my shoulder. My father marched toward us with a murderous glare. Ethan grabbed my wrist and my pulse spiked. “Kassidy, listen to me,” he commanded, his emerald gaze boring into mine, “I’m not your father’s enemy, but someone out there is. I know there are others out there who hate him, and I’m not talking about those just in the racing world. People are getting hurt and it needs to stop.” I could hear my father’s steps getting closer, but Ethan never took his eyes off mine. “Ask your father what I’m talking about. Make him tell you the truth.”
“Kassidy!” my father growled again, only this time, he stepped in front of me. He faced off with Ethan, but Ethan backed away, his expression sad. It hurt to see the pain on both of their faces. “Get out of here, Landis. You have no business talking to my daughter.”
Sean pulled me back and put his hands on my shoulders. Ethan opened his car door and shook his head. “I was telling her what I told you years ago. Someone’s after you, and I’m tired of seeing people get hurt because of it.” He threw his hands in the air. “Who’s next Richard? Your wife? Your daughter?”
“That’s enough!” my father shouted.
Ethan glanced at me over my father’s shoulder with a look of concern on his face. “Be safe, peanut.” He got in his car and drove away, my father shaking with rage as he watched him leave.
“What did he say to you?” my father demanded, turning his glare my way.
Angela rushed up and held onto his arm. “There’s no reason to yell at her, Richard. Ethan’s like family to her. He loves her like a daughter and you know it.”
I stepped out of Sean’s grasp and faced him. “Exactly. And I’m the one who should be asking questions. What did he mean when he said you have enemies outside of the racing world? Who have you pissed off?”
He huffed and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter what I’ve done. It’s all in the past.”
“Are you serious right now? Sean and I are about to take over the business. I need to know if there’s something we should be worried about.”
“I’ve got it handled, Kassidy.” His gaze met Levi’s, and a few seconds passed before Levi nodded.
“What’s going on?” I snapped, looking between the two. “Why are you two looking at each other like that?” They were keeping me in the dark about something and I didn’t like it.
Levi averted his gaze. “I think I know someone who can help.”
“Who? The cops?”
He shook his head. “No. Someone much better than that.” He nodded at my father again and they marched off toward the shop, leaving me with Angela and Sean.
I looked over at Angela. “Who the hell is he talking about?”
She shrugged. “No clue. I figured you’d be the one to know.”
“Whoever it is,” Sean said, “hopefully, they can figure out what the fuck’s going on.”
I’d always known my father harbored secrets he didn’t want known, but if my team was in danger, I wasn’t going to sit by and let them get hurt. One way or another, I was going to find out the truth.
Logan
“I’m so ready to take a vacation,” Micah grumbled. The perp had cut his arm during the scuffle and blood dripped all over the floor. He dug his knee into the serial killer’s back so I could handcuff him.
The old, abandoned house smelled like piss and trash, and it pissed me off even more that I was touching a man who’d killed over sixty people. The thought of him cutting up another victim made me ill.
I slammed the sick fuck’s head into the floor and hauled him up by his neck. He hissed in pain, which made me want to hold on tighter. “And that’s what we’re going to do once we turn this pathetic piece of shit in.”
His name was Sam MacEntire, a man who’d been on the America’s Top Wanted list for over five years. It took Micah and me three months of non-stop searching, but it was over. On our way outside, I made sure to knock Sam’s head into every wall and door frame we passed. The FBI wanted him alive, but they didn’t say I couldn’t rough him up. Sirens blared down the street, and it wasn’t long before the police had the house surrounded.
Arnold Jenkins, the chief of police of Wichita, thundered up the front porch steps and holstered his gun. “Good job, boys. I don’t know what we would’ve done without you.” A small smiled spread across his lips. “Looks like MacEntire lost the match this go around. It’s a shame you couldn’t cut off his dick like he did his other victims.”
“Believe me, I wanted to do a lot worse than that,” I said.
“Don’t worry, he’ll get what’s coming to him.” Two of his officers raced over and took Sam away, locking him up in one of their patrol cars. Arnold’s gaze found Micah’s bloody arm and he hissed. “You’re probably going to need stitches, son.”