"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
Friday.Jenna looked up as her next patient sauntered into her office at 7pm sharp with a corrections officer at his side. Her eyes met the hard gaze of Enrico Garcia and her heart stuttered in her chest. She pasted a professional smile on her face and tucked a lock of bright red hair behind her ear. The guard nodded at her and stepped outside the door, giving her and her patient space. Though he was considered gang-affiliated and certain protocols had to be followed, he was in prison on minor charges and thus considered not a high-risk offender.Jenna's gaze flicked over him as she handed over his blood glucose test. She wondered who on earth thought this man wasn't a risk. He was thickly muscled and tattooed, much like his associates, the two men who had visited her house to get her to pass a message to Enrico. His head was shaved but he had a thick brown beard reaching halfway down his neck. Jenna thought he looked pretty mean, but that was before she met Jared and the guy from
Saturday morning."Our informant just got off duty," Jared relayed to Vince as they walked across the construction site together. Construction was one of Vince's legitimate businesses, creating the opportunity for his offices to remain mobile.Jared was on the phone with the corrections officer they'd bribed into giving Enrico the message. It'd been a risky move to involve one of the prison guards, something they'd hoped to avoid. In the end they'd had no choice, they had to have a backup. Despite their bullying tactics, the nurse just wasn't coming through for them.Jared and Vince had poured through their intel on individual guards and found one with a couple of weaknesses. Some serious gambling debts and steep alimony payments. Unable to make ends meet, he'd nearly tripped over himself to accept their bribe.Jared grunted into the phone, speaking rarely, just listening to their corrections 'friend.' Vince didn't like the man and how easily he'd fallen in line. No loyalty. It