FAZER LOGINCrandon’s POV We step out of the pizza spot with our food packed in tote bags, heading back across the street toward the building when I see her.Tempest mutters, “She’s back again? What the hell?”I shake my head. “I don’t know what Kole did to this woman, but from what he told me the case got thrown out with prejudice. It can’t even be brought back. So I don’t know what she’s trying to do now.”I glance at the sign she’s holding.DEADBEAT DADDY WORKS HERE. HE’S A LAWYER AND WON’T PAY CHILD SUPPORT. THE COURT IS IN HIS BACK POCKET.I pull my phone out and snap a quick picture with our building logo clearly in the background. Bad publicity is bad publicity.I send it to Knox, Kole, our fathers, and both grandfathers.Kole calls immediately.“Is she downstairs right now?” he asks.“Yeah,” I say. “Posted up. Got a whole little pop-up setup like she’s selling cell phones. Lunch bag, big-ass Starbucks drink and everything.”“What the fuck does she want?” he groans. “She won’t produce the
Crandon’s POV This week has actually been… good.Mentally, physically, and professionally.Since that whole mess in the office, I’ve stopped trying to avoid Carmen, and she’s stopped trying to avoid me. We give each other space, keep it professional, and it works. No tension. No walking on eggshells.I didn’t realize how exhausting that was until it stopped.I lean back in my chair, staring at my computer, thinking about how every single day this week I’ve had lunch with Tempest.Every day.Not the cafeteria either, the café. Just us. One-on-one.I like the trajectory of this little office-ship… that’s what I’m calling it for now. But I haven’t asked her out yet. I’m pacing myself. After the situation with Carmen, I need to be sure I’m ready.Today we’re switching it up. Tempest suggested the pizza place across the street. Thank God. I’m tired of deli sandwiches and salads.I check my watch, throw on my jacket, grab my phone, and head downstairs to the waiting area by the vending ma
Maya’s POV It’s been a whole week since that impromptu hookup with Shane in his truck.Since then?We’ve been fucking like rabbits.He doesn’t miss a beat. He goes home, makes sure his kids are good, handles dinner, bedtime, all of that… and then like clockwork, he shows up at my studio around nine o’clock.And we go at it.Three hours. Sometimes four.It’s insane.I can’t believe I’m doing this.Tonight was no different. After another long, breathless session of us having hot, butt naked sex with each other all over this studio, I fall back against the small bed in the back room after he released my hips and my legs gave out and start laughing.“What the fuck are we doing?” I ask.He laughs too, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. But I can’t get enough of you. I’m ready to go again.”I look up at him, exhausted. “No, Shane. We are not going again, because I am tired as shit plus we’re out of condoms.”He pauses. “Shit… we are.”I’m shocked we burned through that many,
Keisha’s POV By the time Thursday rolls around, I’m already irritated.We’re getting ready to head downtown to Daley Plaza because, apparently, Akisha decided to file an injunction to try and restart child support.How you restart child support when you never followed the damn rules in the first place, I don’t know.She never showed up for DNA testing.She never brought the child to court.Kole has never seen this kid.No pictures. No proof. Nothing.She is doing the absolute most.And at this point, I’m starting to believe there is no child.Maverick called Wednesday morning with the update. He’d done a full search through Illinois vital records and statistics and everything he had access to, and there is no record of a child named Urmajesty born in the last three to four years.None.Unless the child was born in another state, that name does not exist in Illinois.And the birth certificate she submitted? The number doesn’t match anything in the system.So here we are. Emergency he
Isla’s POV I sit there stunned as Shane rises from the couch in front of me.“Yeah,” he says, his voice sharp, final. “I said it. I want a fucking divorce.”He looks at me for half a second, just long enough for it to land, then turns and walks toward the kitchen. Cabinet doors slam open and shut. I don’t move. I can’t.The girls come running to me.“Mommy,” Lily says, climbing into my lap, “what’s wrong with Daddy? He’s really, really upset.”I just sit there, frozen.Sophia tilts her head. “He’s really mad,” she says softly. “Like… really, really mad.”Lily looks up at me. “Mommy, are you okay?”I shake my head automatically. “Yeah. I’m fine. Daddy’s just upset.”“Yeah,” Sophia adds. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him.”I sigh. “He’ll be okay. He just heard some bad news. Especially dealing with Shane Jr.”Lily frowns. “Oh. You mean that big sore on his neck? I told him it looks bad.”Sophia nods. “Uh-huh. It looks like somebody hit him in the neck with a baseball.”I shake my hea
Shane’s POVThe knocking hits the window again.Sharp. Deliberate.I freeze.Not figuratively. Literally.I’m standing there like a damn mannequin, one foot braced against the floor mat, my pants half fixed, my brain completely offline. My junk is still out. Maya, meanwhile, is moving like she’s in the Olympics, hands everywhere, dress tugging down, purse open, zipper fighting for its life.From outside the truck, I hear a laugh.A woman’s laugh.“Girl,” a voice calls, amused as hell. “Are you still in there?”I close my eyes and exhale slowly through my nose. Get it together, Shane.I yank myself back into my pants, fumbling but managing, grabbing the towel, the condoms, the wrappers, everything gets shoved together like evidence in a bad crime scene cleanup. I zip up, straighten my shirt as best I can, and try to remember how to exist in public.Another knock.Maya squeals, panic sharp in her voice.“Stop, Sienna! What do you want?”Sienna laughs harder. “Well, it’s five o’clock. I







