Papa Bear (Finding Fatherhood Book 1) by Kit Tunstall, Kit Fawkes
Authors: Kit Tunstall, Kit Fawkes
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punishment.
“Why? As far as we know, selling child slaves is one of the things Calderon isn’t involved with.”
“Technically, Angel is his granddaughter. Hunt let it slip that he was an illegitimate son of Javier’s, and apparently dear old dad blew his stack when he found out Deacon wasn’t living up to his parental responsibilities. That was why he took Angel, planning to hand her over to the head of the biggest drug cartel in Central and South America.” His words dripped with venom and disgust, and if he’d been standing over Hunt’s dead body, he might have shot him once or twice just for the pleasure of the action, though the other man was dead.
Quickly, and working together, they set a trap for whomever was arriving to pick up the baby, all hoping Javier Calderon would be part of the group. Lucas had never seen him in person, but he recognized his smooth and sophisticated countenance when the man entered the apartment fifteen minutes later, just opening the door and stepping inside without bothering to wait for permission.
He must have had a casual relationship with Deacon, whose body had since been moved, to avoid alerting Calderon to any signs of violence. The team Ray had called in had cleaned the glass as much as possible too, so apparently, Javier hadn’t seen any signs of a struggle, and he didn’t detect any danger, or surely he wouldn’t have stepped into the apartment.
He was in his late fifties, and he looked like he would have been an elegant Don of the past, rather than the murderous thug he really was. He was surprisingly calm when all the guns present focused on him and his men. He looked directly at Lucas, inclining his head slightly. “Marshal Anderson, what an unexpected surprise. Where is my son?”
“Dead,” said Lucas with a small shiver of satisfaction. His bear purred in his head at the words.
Javier’s eyes widened, and his expression tightened. His anger was evident, though his tone was just as cool as it had been. “Who killed him?”
“I did.”
The cartel leader straightened his shoulders as he glared at Lucas. “Then you’re a dead man walking.”
“Perhaps, but if I were you, I’d be more concerned about your own fate. You’re under arrest.”
Javier scoffed. “Under arrest for what?”
“We have at least half-a-dozen extradition requests for you on file, so we won’t have any trouble holding you. I might be a dead man walking, but you’re about to get a taste of prison. With the crimes you’ve committed, you’ll be lucky if you ever make it out. If you do, you’ll be a shrunken old man. Your days of torturing others and selling your evil product are over.” Lucas got a strong surge of satisfaction when he strode forward, forcing Javier’s hands into handcuffs a moment later.
The man stood stoically, his expression revealing nothing, but his pheromones were steeped in the stench of fear, revealing his true reaction. He was terrified, and Lucas gloried in that. It wasn’t like him to usually enjoy wielding that kind of power over anyone, but Calderon needed to be off the streets. The only better solution was to have him lying on the ground next to Hunt, just as dead, but that wasn’t an option now, with all these witnesses.
Despite that thought, he didn’t think he could actually go through with cold-blooded murder anyway, though he had some of the best reasons imaginable for wanting to remove Calderon permanently. That was up to the justice system though, and he hoped fervently that for once they didn’t drop the ball. Hopefully, the punishment would fit the magnitude of his crimes.
Epilogue
By a strange twist of fate, Javier was indicted by a grand jury on the same day Libby received notification from the Department of Corrections that her mother’s parole had been denied once more. She let out whoop of joy and danced around the living room as Lucas and Angel emerged from the bedroom, where she’d been having a diaper change. He
“Why? As far as we know, selling child slaves is one of the things Calderon isn’t involved with.”
“Technically, Angel is his granddaughter. Hunt let it slip that he was an illegitimate son of Javier’s, and apparently dear old dad blew his stack when he found out Deacon wasn’t living up to his parental responsibilities. That was why he took Angel, planning to hand her over to the head of the biggest drug cartel in Central and South America.” His words dripped with venom and disgust, and if he’d been standing over Hunt’s dead body, he might have shot him once or twice just for the pleasure of the action, though the other man was dead.
Quickly, and working together, they set a trap for whomever was arriving to pick up the baby, all hoping Javier Calderon would be part of the group. Lucas had never seen him in person, but he recognized his smooth and sophisticated countenance when the man entered the apartment fifteen minutes later, just opening the door and stepping inside without bothering to wait for permission.
He must have had a casual relationship with Deacon, whose body had since been moved, to avoid alerting Calderon to any signs of violence. The team Ray had called in had cleaned the glass as much as possible too, so apparently, Javier hadn’t seen any signs of a struggle, and he didn’t detect any danger, or surely he wouldn’t have stepped into the apartment.
He was in his late fifties, and he looked like he would have been an elegant Don of the past, rather than the murderous thug he really was. He was surprisingly calm when all the guns present focused on him and his men. He looked directly at Lucas, inclining his head slightly. “Marshal Anderson, what an unexpected surprise. Where is my son?”
“Dead,” said Lucas with a small shiver of satisfaction. His bear purred in his head at the words.
Javier’s eyes widened, and his expression tightened. His anger was evident, though his tone was just as cool as it had been. “Who killed him?”
“I did.”
The cartel leader straightened his shoulders as he glared at Lucas. “Then you’re a dead man walking.”
“Perhaps, but if I were you, I’d be more concerned about your own fate. You’re under arrest.”
Javier scoffed. “Under arrest for what?”
“We have at least half-a-dozen extradition requests for you on file, so we won’t have any trouble holding you. I might be a dead man walking, but you’re about to get a taste of prison. With the crimes you’ve committed, you’ll be lucky if you ever make it out. If you do, you’ll be a shrunken old man. Your days of torturing others and selling your evil product are over.” Lucas got a strong surge of satisfaction when he strode forward, forcing Javier’s hands into handcuffs a moment later.
The man stood stoically, his expression revealing nothing, but his pheromones were steeped in the stench of fear, revealing his true reaction. He was terrified, and Lucas gloried in that. It wasn’t like him to usually enjoy wielding that kind of power over anyone, but Calderon needed to be off the streets. The only better solution was to have him lying on the ground next to Hunt, just as dead, but that wasn’t an option now, with all these witnesses.
Despite that thought, he didn’t think he could actually go through with cold-blooded murder anyway, though he had some of the best reasons imaginable for wanting to remove Calderon permanently. That was up to the justice system though, and he hoped fervently that for once they didn’t drop the ball. Hopefully, the punishment would fit the magnitude of his crimes.
Epilogue
By a strange twist of fate, Javier was indicted by a grand jury on the same day Libby received notification from the Department of Corrections that her mother’s parole had been denied once more. She let out whoop of joy and danced around the living room as Lucas and Angel emerged from the bedroom, where she’d been having a diaper change. He
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