Page 73 of Fight for You

"How?"

I open my mouth to tell her not to worry about that, but an unmarked Durango rolls up on the curb, pulling my attention away from her. A guy about my height gets out, dressed in jeans and a blue t-shirt with DEA emblazoned across the back. I know him, sort of. His name is Luke Santiago. We met briefly at Roman's.

"Santiago," I greet him, jerking my chin up in a nod. I'm fucking glad to see him. At least he knows who I am and isn't liable to shoot me like the kid LAPD sent out here is.

"Kincaid," he says and strides toward me. His green eyes shift to January, who's still wrapped up in my arms. Something a little too much like interest rolls through his expression before he quickly schools it into a polite mask.

I step in front of her, blocking her from his view. I can't fault him for looking at her because she's too goddamn beautiful to be real, but I will fuck him up if he does it again. She's mine and I don't want anyone who looks like him getting too close to her. He's from Brazil or something—I can't fucking remember what Roman said. But he's got dark hair, piercing green eyes, and golden skin. I know damn well that girls go crazy over guys who look like him.

He needs to keep his eyes off my girl.

His green eyes rise to meet mine, and he jerks his chin in an almost imperceptible nod, letting me know he gets it.

January peeks out from behind me.

"I'm Luke Santiago," he says to her, keeping his tone professional and circumspect. His gaze barely skims over her this time. "I work with the DEA here in Los Angeles."

"January James," she whispers.

He gives her a nod and then turns back to me. "Roman called me. Someone broke into your place?"

"Yeah. Someone trashed my house and threw rocks through her windows," I mutter.

"Think it was personal or just a random act?" he asks.

"They left love notes all over my walls. Guess they don't like cops much."

January gasps.

Santiago nods his head. "Any idea who was responsible?"

"Curtis Kaleo," I mutter and pull my phone out of my pocket. "I've arrested seven of his people in the last two days. He's being a little bitch about it. Haven't had a chance to check the cameras I have on January's house yet, but I'm guessing they'll tell us who he sent over here to do his dirty work for him."

January's eyes widen like she doesn't know what to think, and then they narrow on me. "Cameras?" she says. "What cameras?"

Fuck. She would focus on that.

"I installed a few cameras," I mumble, pulling up the app to access them on my phone.

"When?" she asks, her eyes narrowing to little slits.

"Last night."

She huffs but doesn't say anything further on the subject. She wanders away instead, going back to her car to get her shit out of it. I keep one eye on her while I navigate my way around the app, rewinding the cameras to see what they managed to catch. The kid from LAPD comes back outside while I'm rewinding the last few hours of footage.

He and Santiago talk back and forth before Santiago basically tells him to eat a dick and go home, that the DEA is handling this since I'm one of theirs. The kid gets all offended, but eventually, his dispatcher calls for backing units for a shooting about a mile away. He beats feet back to his car and heads out.

"Can I go inside?" January asks.

"Yeah, little monster," I murmur, glancing up at her. Sadness and stress hang heavily around her, making her seem fragile and stretched thin. "Just leave the glass there. We'll clean it up when we're done out here. I don't want you getting cut."

"Okay." She nods and heads inside, leaving the front door open.

A couple of minutes later, I found what I'm looking for. I hit play and watch as two pricks in Grecian Guardian cuts sneak from Ma Lucia's property onto January's. One is mid-twenties. The other looks like he's maybe nineteen or twenty, tops. The youngest peers around like he expects to be caught any minute. The other doesn't even blink as he cocks his arm back and launches one rock and then the other.

A few seconds later, they both run off the frame.

"You recognize either of them?" Santiago asks when I replay it for him.