Dirty Minds Part Twelve
Bobby and I should have had our own cell waiting for us at the downtown station but Pierce headed us off before they got the shoelaces off of our sneakers. A flurry of lawyer-speak, bail money chattering then a rousing screaming match between Garbeaux, Johnson and Dawson made the rest of the afternoon a delight.
As usual, Jae was waiting for me at the end of the long walk out of the personal effects and release corridor. We’d done a full circuit of interview rooms, fingerprinting and Bobby catching up with old friends before Pierce got us shaken loose of the charges Garbeaux tossed at us.
It was worth it. Because damn, Jae looked good when I walked through that final door. Reserved, he approached me with a skeptical look on his face, a knowing smirk poised on his mouth and just waiting for me to kiss it off. I reached for him and got an armful of Ichi instead.
“Are you nuts?” Ichi growled at me, gripping my arm.
I whimpered. Couldn’t help it because the bruises on my arms and shoulders, while fading, were still tender. Also, Muttley the fabulous definitely had left his mark on my bicep, a long set of dimpled scratches deep enough to send Bobby into a panic about rabies. His owner, a delightfully foul-mouthed woman by the name of Earline, produced a rabies tag and an ass-whopping on her son, Richard, the owner of the purple Monte Carlo.
“You are so lucky she dropped those damned charges, agi,” Jae shoved Ichiro aside and pulled me into a fierce hug. It hurt as much as Ichiro’s embrace did but my body was much happier with the change of scenery.
“Are you fucking nuts too?” I heard Ichi mutter as he gave Bobby a quick hug. “You shouldn’t let him talk you into shit like this.”
“Kind of have to, ba-Ichi,” Bobby shot him a goofy lopsided grin. “Besides, you think I’d let your brother go it alone out there? That’s what best friends are for.”
“Pierce is lucky I like him.” Jae gave me another tight squeeze. “How many times do people have to shoot at you over a cat? Or a dog?”
“Hey, no holes.” I reluctantly let Jae go when he stepped back. Patting my chest, I said, “See? Not shot. Nothing but a little bit of rug burn and some bruises.”
“And a dented brain,” Bobby interjected. “Seriously, Cole, how about the next time you have a brilliant idea to jump on top of a van or run into oncoming traffic, you let that tiny bit of common sense hibernating in the back of your head to kick in and just say no?”
“Hey, it all worked out,” I objected. “And good things came out of this. You and Ichi worked together pretty well. Jae got me back in one piece. Think of it as a team-building exercise.”
Bobby hooked an arm over my brother’s shoulder, a casual lazy embrace I wasn’t used to seeing them share. Whatever time they’d spent trawling Los Angeles looking for Sam did wonders for their animosity because I’d never seen them come near one another without snarling before. Them touching was like a rainbow unicorn trotting out past us with Excalibur clenched between its teeth.
“Team-building, Princess?” Bobby snorted.
“Yeah, like the Musketeers.” I replied.
“Dude, I love you like a brother but you got hit in the head one too many times.” He shook his head, pulling Ichi along with him as he headed to the door. “’Cause if with you building a team, it’s less Musketeers and more Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.”
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From the moment former LAPD detective Bobby Dawson spots Ichiro Tokugawa, he knows the man is trouble. And not just because the much younger Japanese inker is hot, complicated, and pushes every one of Bobby’s buttons. No, Ichi is trouble because he’s Cole McGinnis’s younger brother and off-limits in every possible way. And Bobby knows that even before Cole threatens to kill him for looking Ichi’s way. But despite his gut telling him Ichi is bad news, Bobby can’t stop looking… or wanting.
Ichi was never one to play by the rules. Growing up in Japan as his father’s heir, he’d been bound by every rule imaginable until he had enough and walked away from everything to become his own man. Los Angeles was supposed to be a brief pitstop before he moved on, but after connecting with his American half-brothers, it looks like a good city to call home for a while—if it weren’t for Bobby Dawson.
Bobby is definitely a love-them-and-leave-them type, a philosophy Ichi whole-heartedly agrees with. Family was as much of a relationship as Ichi was looking for, but something about the gruff and handsome Bobby Dawson that makes Ichi want more.
Much, much more.
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