Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“It’s a win-win. You get rid of the problem and make yourself look like a saint by cleaning up the city. You’re a fucking genius, Luther.”
Grass laughed. Then they all laughed.
She hadn’t breathed. This was supposed to be politics, but it went so much deeper. Grass was dirty, and Forge didn’t even realize it. He thought the politician was squeaky clean, which was why he needed to find skeletons in his closet or blackmail him.
“Would you like some?”
Sable looked up to see a man in a suit standing there with a tray of hors d’oeuvres.
She didn’t want to answer in case Grass heard her voice through the window. Instead, she shook her head and looked away, hoping he’d take the hint.
She was lucky, he walked off.
“What happened to your date?”
It was Luther Grass. Her entire body tensed up. Did he realize she’d heard incriminating parts of his conversation?
“He’s getting me a plate of food. I skipped lunch, so I’m starving.” She put on her best act, putting on the front of a relaxed, care-free woman. Inside, she was a fucking mess.
“I’m sure he won’t mind if I steal you away for a few minutes then.”
He smiled, an evil smile, and held out his hand to the side.
She had no choice but to stand up and follow his lead.
Chapter Six
Dog waited inside Sable’s bedroom.
He didn’t like this.
She’d never taken this long to come home. He was aware of her date. Not much went over the prez’s head. Forge had given him an update on her status and how she was supposed to meet with Grass himself as Hank’s woman. Dog wondered why Sable decided not to share such information. She was playing with fire.
Checking his watch for the fiftieth time, he gritted his teeth. This was fucked up.
As he paced in her bedroom, it was going near on two in the morning. No ponce would have a party going this late.
Something was wrong. He just knew it.
Pulling out his cell phone, he had no choice but to call Forge. His prez would be pissed but who gave a fuck, really? Sable’s life was in the balance. Whenever he didn’t trust his gut, bad things happened.
He pressed his cell phone to his ear, hoping Forge would answer or at least send him a text that would calm him the fuck down.
What if she’s fucking Hank?
What if she’s going to that next level for the club?
Will I even want her?
He cut off that line of thought. It didn’t matter. He trusted Sable. He was just pissed at how often he had to listen to the boys bad-mouth her. In the past twenty-four hours, even Forge had to put a ban on them all talking about her.
Some of the guys were talking about how her pussy was rancid and anyone who stuck their dick inside her would have to deal with the consequences of having it drop off. All the bullshit men talked about.
“Hello,” Beth said. Her voice sounded like she’d just been asleep.
“Hey, is Forge there?”
“Uh-huh, Forge, it’s for you.”
He heard rustling. “This better be good.”
“Sable’s not home.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Sable’s not home. You and I both know a party isn’t supposed to last this long. I don’t like it. I’m worried.”
More rustling came over the line. “I’ve got to take this, babe. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Clearly, Forge had dropped the phone as he walked. This just pissed him off even more.
“Are you telling me you disregarded a direct order I gave you?”
“Cut the crap, Forge. You and I both know this is where I’ll be. I imagine since finding out the truth about Sable, you welcome me breaking the fucking law.”
“I’m not happy about it. What do you mean she’s not home?”
“Exactly what I’m saying. She told you where she’d be and she’s not back yet.”
Forge groaned. “It’s a little after two. So the party ran on. Shit happens.”
“I don’t think it did. Something’s not right. Come on, you and I both know this Grass guy is a piece of shit.” Dog ran fingers through his hair as he started to panic. “We’ve got to pull her out of this. It’s the only way she’s going to be safe. You’ve got to call this whole thing off.”
“Now, you listen to me. She knows how badly we need this and I’m not just going to pull her out. I get that you’re pissed off. I would be too if this was Beth. You’ve got to wait. There is no way Grass would do anything to Sable. She would have been seen at the party.”
“She’s club pussy, Forge. That’s how he’d see her. For all we know, Hank’s in on whatever shit Grass is trying to pull.”
“We’re not going to blow her cover. Not yet,” Forge said.
“When? When she turns up in a body bag?”