Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
His laugh moved her as she lay against his chest. “I would have liked to have met your father.”
“He would have liked you right up until he found out you’d touched me.”
“I have done that, haven’t I?” He moved his hands over her breasts, awakening her body further.
“More than once, I’d say.”
“I think you’re right and I think I should do it again.” He turned her head and kissed her. “A lot more.”
She rolled into him and wound her arms up around his neck. I think you should as well. An encouraging moan left her mouth as his hands slipped up beneath her shirt. This is how my nights should all end.
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The ringing of the phone woke him from the sated sleep that he’d found solace in after enjoying Leena’s body. Reaching out he fumbled around until he found the item and pulled it to his ear.
“Hello?” he rasped.
“Did I wake you?”
The amusement in his brother’s voice tugged the last vestiges of sleep from him. “Go to hell, Davis.” His location sank in. “What are you calling about? And why am I answering her phone?”
He sat only to find he was alone in the room. Not even a dog in there for company. The overcast day still snowed, but not nearly as hard as it had been yesterday. But sure enough, he’d answered her phone as if he lived there.
Yawning, he climbed out of bed. “What’s up, Davis?”
“I got something.”
Three words that wiped away his exhaustion. “I’m listening.” He searched for his pants and tugged them on one handed as he made his way down to her office. There he sat at the desk and pulled up the information he had been trying to sort out.
“ATF agent Wilson Snow. Ring any bells?”
“Yes. I remember him. Like he should have been on a recruiting poster for the military. Big, muscles, lacking a brain. Why?”
“He’s got a few private accounts in the Caymans.”
“How’d he keep them from being discovered?”
“It took my girl a bit to dig them up. Whoever he has hiding his money is damn good.”
A smile twitched. “Not better than your girl though, huh?”
“No one is.” Davis cleared his throat. “And here’s where it gets good. She found a link between one of his accounts to a holding company for your favorite gun running and all around shitty family the Fyodorov’s.”
“Shit, we got them.”
“Not really. Keep in mind what she did wasn’t exactly legal and I’m not giving her up for something they can get thrown out with a good lawyer because it wasn’t following the letter of the law. We have to get them another way.”
“Damn it.” As much as he wanted to argue, he knew Davis was right. He wasn’t going to risk this woman going to jail for breaking the law when she’d done it to assist him. “Okay, put what dirt you dug up on that fuck in the email account she set up for me. I’ll print it off and start reading.”
“So sure there’s more on him?”
“You said nobody was better. I’m taking you at that word so I’m sure she found something else we can work with.”
“When are you coming home?”
“We’re snowed in right now, so I’m not going anywhere until the roads are passable.”
“Let’s assume the roads were passable. When would you be coming home?”
“I don’t know, Davis. Until I know who and what numbers I’m up against, I don’t think I should be coming back. I don’t want to have to run again before I can take them down. And if they have a connection in the ATF I’m going to assume they have one in the department I was in as well.”
“Oh, they do.”
“Who?” God, he could use some coffee. Leena had been insatiable last night, and he wasn’t complaining, but he was exhausted. How the hell did that woman get out of bed, he’d been sure she was as beat as he’d been by the time, they stopped fucking like bunnies.
“Stop thinking about your piece of ass, John and listen.”
“Who says I wasn’t?”
“Because you moaned her name.”
“Blow me,” he snapped. Pushing away from the desk he went to start some coffee only to find a pot waiting for him. “I’m listening, just getting some coffee if that’s okay with you, big brother.”
“Tiltman is their contact in your department.”
“Bobby? Are you sure about that? Shit, he knows about Mom, damn near everything. I’m sure he has people watching my place. He knows exactly where it is. And about you, you’ve met him.”
“I remember. In fact, I just saw him and he acted like nothing was wrong. Like he’d not sold you out to the family.”
“Davis,” he warned. “Davis don’t.”
“She found some video of them together. Tiltman has more than just a small connection to the family, he’s related.”