Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“There’s no way he’s gone off the grid on a job that has only paid out a hundred and fifty K.” Seb throws down the images and runs his hands through his hair. He’s as frustrated and tired as the rest of us with this shit.
“Someone’s tipped him off that we’re looking for him. It’s the only explanation that explains him going underground,” Zac grunts, pacing the floor of Seb’s office.
“Then we need to get the word out to him that we’re offering money for information and that’s it,” Seb says, clicking on the video feed to his bedroom where our sweetness is sound asleep after being fucked four ways from Sunday. “What about everyone in Jack’s campaign, Zac? Do they check out?”
Zac, who has finally stopped pacing the damn floor, comes to a halt by Seb. He’s also watching the monitor as Clove shifts in her sleep making the duvet fall from her body, exposing her flesh to us. Fuck, no matter how many times we have her—taste her—it’s never enough.
“Zac?” Seb barks, making me chuckle.
“Sorry. Shit, yeah. Marjorie is clean. She’s dedicated to the Sterlings. The lower players do her bidding and all check out—college grads, wholesome families, dedicated.”
“And Jack’s new security team?” I fold my arms and rest my ass against the desk.
“They’re more like hired dogs. Doing what they’re told, don’t ask questions type. Which makes me wonder if Jack is behind this, why not just have one of them try to run Clove down? Why outsource to someone outside of his circle and risk being discovered?”
“Maybe he didn’t want to have someone that close and had them make Milo disappear instead? Because unless this fucker is hiding in a hole somewhere, it’s looking more and more like a cleanup job,” Seb voices what we’re all thinking.
“So, what’s next?” I ask the burning question.
“I say we bug the house and every car, and we keep our girl here with us until we have something solid to go on.”
“Keeping her distracted with our cocks won’t stop her from asking about Jack for much longer,” Seb says, running his hands over his face.
A grunt sounds from Zac, and we follow his pointed finger to the screen. “Ford begs to differ.”
A naked Ford comes into view as he ducks beneath the duvet between Clove’s legs. Her back arches, making her tits bounce as he finds purchase with his mouth. Fuck, she’s perfection.
“I can get on and off the property undetected. I’ll plant the bugs.” Zac nods and begins his pacing again.
“The house is swept once a month, always on the first of the month. That gives us twenty-eight days to gather as much evidence as we can to call out Jack before the bugs are found, and the jig is up,” Seb tells us, scrubbing his palm over his face, stress evident on his tired features.
Zac stops moving, glancing between Seb and me, and then settles back on the screen.
“He could ask for her return at any time.”
A rush of possession courses through my veins with his words, making every inch of me tense. My fists clench of their own accord. “He can fucking ask,” I growl, “but he’s got no hope in hell of that happening.”
“Agreed,” Seb adds in a fierce tone.
“I’ll leave at first light,” Zac confirms, pulling his shirt off over his head and waltzing from the room.
I turn all my attention on Seb. “When we get the evidence about Jack, this will kill Clove. One of us is going to have to break her heart,” I remind him. “Bagsy, not it.” I grin and slap a hand on his shoulder.
“Fucking bagsy? What are you, British? And nine?” he calls out to me as I head for the exit.
“Nine inches, motherfucker,” I say in a fake British accent over my shoulder before heading out of the office just as Zac comes into view on Seb’s monitor. I unbuckle my belt and shed my jeans to join Ford and Zac. For now, we can keep Clove in our bliss bubble for a little longer.
A week later…
A yawn echoes through Sebastian’s office from my lips as I almost fall asleep watching the security monitors showing Clove, Ford, and Zac all cozy on the couch watching a movie, their limbs all entwined like vines. Seb’s frowning at whatever the fuck he can hear through the headpiece he’s wearing. We’re going through the recordings from yesterday at the Sterling household. Zac managed to bug Jack’s office while Jack was off doing more fucking interviews. Luckily, no alarm codes have been changed for the residence, so Zac was in and out without anyone knowing any better.
Throwing his headset off and onto his desk, Seb shudders and gets up to pace the floor.
“What’s up?” I ask, trying not to smirk. I know exactly what’s up because I had to go through Jack’s office tape yesterday, and that fucker likes to keep his right hand active late at night.