Amy wasn't sure how long she was out, but she woke up sprawled out on a concrete floor, her cheek pressed against the rough coldness. She blinked a few times and jerked her hand up to her head. It hurt like a motherfucker. She couldn't wait to get her hands on the person who'd done it.Her father. It had to be. He must've set fire to the house to cause a distraction and then attacked her, somehow knowing that she would run into Jared's house. He must've been watching them.Amy groggily pushed herself to her knees, her ears ringing and her eyes blurry. She blinked a few times and realized she was in Jared's garage, in front of his SUV. As the pain began to clear, she heard someone moving around nearby."Did nothing to deserve this. I made one mistake… one goddam mistake and the whole world treats me like a villain. I'll show them."Amy swung her head around and spotted her father, pacing near the door."You killed our mother," Amy snarled, her voice raspy. She glared at the
Jared hadn't wanted to leave Amy for the day, but he had to get back to work. One of the job sites had been broken into overnight – tools stolen, graffiti on the side of the building, windows broken. Jared's job was to direct the employees on cleanup, get the tradesmen working again, and find out who vandalized the site.He had placed security on his house to keep Amy safe, which helped him feel marginally better about leaving her alone, but she was always in the back of his mind. He hated that her father was free to harass her and her siblings. He needed to hunt the guy down, figure out what his deal was and then decide what to do with him.At the job site, it was becoming clear that the place had been ransacked by someone with an agenda against Vincent and Jared. Though it was made to look like an unprofessional job with the graffiti and the missing tools, whoever had done it had gone for maximum damage. They'd ensured that the job would be set back by weeks, losing the company t
"Let me take care of the Ghost situation."Jared was on the top floor of one of the job sites, wearing his hard hat and directing the rest of the project.Jared turned as Enrico spoke. "You have a plan?""Yeah, sort of. I know the sister of one of the bikers. Think I can get to her."Jared frowned because he hated the idea of women getting mixed up in their business and Enrico wasn't exactly known for his gentle touch. Jared didn't have a lot of choice though. He had to keep the legitimate side of the business running and he was too busy dealing with the fallout of Amy's situation to work on any more problems. Finally, Jared nodded his assent. "Run your plan through Vince first, but I'm sure he'll be good with it.""Yeah, he's not the soft touch you are. He won't mind if I use some biker chick to kill the heart of our problem.""And that's why I have a sweet thing in my bed and you don't," Jared couldn't help but point out. The guys were always ripping him up for his sof
"You know you're my favourite client, right?" Amy said in a smooth sexy voice.She closed her eyes and ran her hand over her breasts and down across her thigh."Want to know what I'm wearing?" she asked in a husky voice. "I bought it specially for you."The deep voice on the other end indicated he wanted to know what she was wearing. "Well, to be honest, it's not much. Just a lacy red thong with a see-through top that my breasts barely fit in. I couldn't afford enough fabric to cover everything."She played with the fuzzy edge of the teddy where it pressed against her breasts. "Oh… you want to be my sugar daddy? Wow, what an opportunity. How could I possibly turn such an offer down?"The voice growled that she better not turn him down.She giggled. "Tell me what you want to do with me, and I'll think about it."He started speaking, telling her that he wanted to touch every part of her from her perfect nose to her neck, to her full breasts, to her plump little pussy lips.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Vince snarled.He stood slowly from behind his desk and shot Jared the type of glare he reserved for people that knew they truly screwed up. Usually the life expectancy that followed was extremely short. Of course, he wasn't going to off his business partner and best friend just because his plan wasn't going smoothly, but he was going to make the other man deeply uncomfortable for a few minutes.Cracking his tattooed, scarred hands he placed his knuckles on the top of his desk, which was littered with papers, and growled, "How exactly did things not go according to your plan? You told me to trust you with this. That you would make sure Enrico would get the information he needed to make the hit. Now you're telling me it won't go down as planned? Am I getting this right?"Jared nodded his big, shaggy head and looked grim. "That about sums it up. There were unforeseen circumstances."Vince breathed in through his nose, trying to call up some patience,
"Fuck. My. Life," Jenna sighed, glaring down at her keys. Should she pick them up, or leave them and just sleep on her doorstep? It was about as comfortable as sleeping in her tiny bed in her tiny house.Finally, she bent over, swept the keys up and tried fitting them in the lock again, this time more successfully. She shouldn't have bothered though, it was unlocked. Apparently she forgot to lock the door when she left that morning for her shift at the prison. She wasn't surprised, she'd been distracted lately between fighting for custody of her daughter and picking up extra shifts at the prison.It'd been an extremely long day too. Deborah had called in sick, so Jenna's shift had gone from eight hours to fourteen. Not that she minded, she could use the overtime. Especially since she poured every cent into her custody battle with her ex-husband, Zach.The house was dark. She reached out to turn on a light, but nothing happened when she flicked the switch. She sighed heavily. She'
She panted, terrified that he was really going to hurt her now."Name a price," he growled in her ear, licking the skin just below.Jenna shivered, her thoughts scattering as his hot tongue traced a path along her neck. She was terrified of the man holding her, but his tongue was distracting her, making her feel things she'd never felt before. Maybe this is what a panic attack felt like? She was pretty sure she was hyperventilating, which was definitely a symptom of panic."No… no price," she gasped, dread filling her chest. She'd gone through this with the other guy. But somehow she didn't think this guy would take it as well as the other one. "I won't be bribed into doing something illegal. I could lose my job!"He seemed to think about this before speaking. "So, you refuse to be bought?" he drawled, almost conversationally, though she could feel the chill emanating from him. This was a man who wasn't used to people telling him no. "What if the price tag was something you've
Fuck, he wanted to see her again.And he would. But he needed to give her time to do the job first. If she didn't do it then he legitimately had a reason to pick her up, bring her home and keep her. If she did the job, as he hoped she would, then he was going to pick her up anyway, bring her home and keep her. During the night he and Jared had come up with a plan B that would ensure Steve Buffalo would turn up dead in the yard Saturday at noon. Either way, Saturday night, the woman would belong to him.He'd never wanted pussy like this before. He should've known when he first looked at that picture of her with the wide blue eyes and flaming red hair that he would want the beautiful nurse. What he hadn't anticipated was the stirring of recognition as soon as he'd entered her home and touched her belongings. Not like he met her before, but like his body recognized her scent on a primitive level. Like some kind of pervert, he'd pawed through all her shit, touching her threadbare co