Free Framed by CP Smith Page A

like a lightning bolt. There was only one woman that D could touch that would piss him off and he wasn’t at a loss anymore. He was crystal-clear. His mouth tightened and his jaw clenched at the thought of D’s lips anywhere near Harley and he instantly reacted. Leaning in to cover his actions from the guards, Kade hissed, “Are you telling me you kissed Harley?” right as he grabbed D by the balls and squeezed. Hard.
    “King,” Mickey hissed low, trying to keep from moving. He’d been on the receiving end of this maneuver a few times and knew better than to move. “I didn’t know who she was.”
    “Where the fuck did you run into Harley?” he asked Prez, still holding onto D’s balls like a Rottweiler. At six-foot-seven, D was a big man. But he had the mentality of a lover, not a fighter, most of the time. He’d have your back in an instant if you needed it, but he was a Romeo. Kade was big, but not as big as D at six-foot-four. But D also knew his size wasn’t any match against a very pissed off Kade, so he didn’t move a muscle.
    “St. Elmo’s Fire. She was there with her father doing the same thing we were; asking questions about the night Sutton died. She got in our faces when she figured out who we were. Unfortunately, I have to agree with numbnuts here; she was hot doin’ it and considering the way D lets his little head do all the thinking, it was bound to happen.”
    Hearing that Harley was at the bar looking for a killer, the air around them hummed with unleashed anger as Kade sucked all the oxygen out of the room.
    “Is she nuts?” Kade growled. “What the hell was she thinkin’ sniffin’ around after killers?” Kade’s hand tightened further on D’s balls just at the thought of Harley in danger, causing the big SEAL to whimper in response.
    “King,” Prez said calmly when D’s painful moans caught the attention of a guard. “I know you want to rip his balls off, but you’ve got a guard at your ten who looks like he’s about to head this way.”
    Not wanting to spend time in solitary or lose visitation privileges, Kade released D reluctantly.
    “Thank you,” D rushed out in relief. If they’d been alone, he would have fallen to his knees and said a silent prayer that Kade was in a forgiving mood.
    Not wanting any more attention, all three took a seat at the table with D taking a chair farthest away from Kade. When Kade was sure no one was listening, he leaned in and ordered, “Talk to me. Tell me what you’ve found out.”
    “No witnesses, no cameras, no one to corroborate your version of events. We hacked Sutton’s bank records and found no mysterious payments. Nothing out of the ordinary. We’re heading to his house when we leave here to talk to his wife; we’re hoping she can shed some light. After that, we're hitting the apartment building across the street from the alley, followed by walking the perimeter to look for any businesses that might have had cameras. If we can get a visual on one of these guys, we can find him, King. I just need a face, then he’s mine,” Prez vowed.
    “I don’t wanna lose anyone else to this mess, you hear me? Whoever they were, they were professionals with no code. I need you to check in with me. Visiting hours are daily except for Tuesday and Wednesday. I want to see your ugly mugs each day. If you don’t check in, I’ll know something is wrong and I’ll get a message out through Harley to contact Kyle. He can report the situation to Bosworth.”
    “Affirmative,” Prez agreed.
    “Where are you staying? With Kyle and Pops?”
    “With Harry Dash. Harley’s father is putting us up.”
    Kade shot Mickey a look, pinning the man with his laser sharp eyes. D was smart enough not to say a word.
    “Harley doesn’t live with Harry; she lives over the garage in a studio apartment so you can tamp down your need to kill D for now,” Prez chuckled after watching the exchange.
    Turning back to Prez, Kade winked. It had been more than two