Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“Evelyn’s of age to start school.”
“Exactly.”
Silence rang out, and it started to irritate him.
“Why don’t you just tell me what is on your mind, Mitchell?”
“Sir, she is a liability. Leanne already informed me she was hoping to escape.”
“She’s a woman fearing for her own safety as well as her child’s. Trust me, I understand her wanting to get away.”
“I can arrange for another woman to keep you company.”
Wolf lifted his hand. “I’m not in the mood to discuss this with you. I’m not disposing of Rain and Evelyn. They’re a part of my life now, and you’re going to have to get used to it.”
Mitchell released a breath.
“I’m the boss.”
“I know, sir. I’m sorry.”
“I get that you’re worried. Women and children pose a risk.”
“Not just to your enemies, but to those who would seek to bring you down.”
“I know what I’m doing,” Wolf said. He wasn’t like his father. He knew the risks of what he was doing, but he also knew how to take care of them, like now. Inside his suit pocket lay ten thousand dollars. This was to pay for just one single informant within the local police unit.
This was additional to the bonuses he wired into a secure account.
“I just think…”
“Don’t think, Mitchell. This was your mess,” Wolf said, having to state the obvious. If Mitchell hadn’t hired the men who’d done a mass extraction on the street when Rain and Evelyn had been walking home from ice cream, this would never have happened. He’d seen the surveillance footage from that night. Evelyn and Rain shouldn’t have been taken, but a fuckup had occurred.
He’d never known it to happen before, but it wasn’t like he could change it, nor did he want to. Evelyn was a sweetheart, and Rain, well, she was something else.
His cock thickened at the memory of her riding him just last night.
She would start out all timid in his bedroom or when he went to her. He’d have no choice but to take his time, touching her and awakening her body, which wasn’t hard. She was a woman full of passion that was untapped by anyone else. He loved being the one to show her what it meant to belong to him.
Running a hand down his face, he stared out the window, attempting to put the memory of her moans out of his mind, but it was impossible.
Rain got beneath his skin.
Approaching the diner where he was due to meet the cop, he shoved her to the back of his mind and started to prepare for whatever it was he needed.
Mitchell, like always, would wait in the car.
The diner was a nice place. Not the kind that should be getting involved with dirty deals, but this was where he found the most security. He looked like a normal businessman, and the cop tended to wear street clothes.
Two normal men meeting up.
His driver pulled up. This wasn’t his first rodeo, and so he climbed out, ignoring the troubled look on Mitchell’s face. He didn’t need it. Not today.
Wolf stepped into the diner and saw his friend at the back, sipping coffee. He walked up to him and held out his hands.
Like other times, he got up out of the booth, shook his hand, and then pulled him close, treating him like an old friend. With the single slap to the back, they sat down, laughing, smiling, playing the part.
No one paid them any attention.
It wasn’t unusual for a cop to have a business friend.
“The footage?” Wolf asked.
The cop reached into his pocket, taking out the USB drive and sliding it across the table.
Wolf pulled the money out of his jacket pocket and slid it across the table. “You can count it if you’d like.”
The cop did no such thing. In the early days of their friendship, he would, but now, they needed each other. The cop wanted early retirement and a good life for his family. Wolf needed information about possible invasions on some of his clubs and property, while also getting him to look the other way.
Their relationship worked.
Just like the USB key in his hand.
He had been alerted to a possible new security system at the docks that had filmed the incident with Rain and Evelyn and the other women. To get it, he needed to pay. He’d check over the footage and destroy it.
This was what they did.
“I have been alerted to a possible stakeout at the docks,” he said. “You need to find someone else, or at least wait sometime before another shipment of women is needed to be moved.”
“Will do.”
The waitress came to their table and poured him a cup of coffee. He thanked her and took a sip.
The bitter stuff hit the back of his throat. How he didn’t cough, he would never know. He hated bad coffee.