Page 39 of Mob Queen

I want her out of my state and as far away from me as possible. She’s trouble, and I don’t want her kind anywhere near me or my people.

My mind ticks trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to get rid of her unless I try to get the FBI involved. Maybe I can work with them to have her indicted. Maybe they have an ongoing investigation I can help with.

Clearly, she has some kind of one-sided fascination with me. Either way, I need her gone, out of my state.

And out of my fucking life. Once and for all.

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“I’ll be in the office soon,” I say to Zac as I pull up to Frankie’s mansion.

“Do you want me to push back the two meetings you have this morning?”

An armed guard walks up to my car, and taps on the window with the end of his assault weapon. “No, I shouldn’t be too long. An hour at most.” I eye the weapon as I lower my window. I hit mute on the phone and say, “Tell your boss Jeremy Miller is here.”

He narrows his eyes as his jaw tightens. He lifts his hand to his ear, and nods once. “Drive up to the house, and park in front of the door. Nowhere else.”

She must know I’m here. Is she watching?

The gates open and I unmute the phone as I roll through them. “I’ll be in the office soon,” I say to Zac, cutting off whatever he was saying.

I park around the side of the house, check that my phone is recording and walk to the front door. The older guy opens the door. “You were told to park in front of the house.”

“Shoot me,” I say as I barge into the massive house. Talk about overkill; marble floors, a sweeping staircase, gold sconces on the fucking walls. Figures. Gaudy and loud, like Frankie.

“At some stage, I’m sure I will.” I turn to look at the guy who snickers. “Do you have a problem?”

“Did you just say you were going to shoot me?” I hope my phone caught that.

“You must be hearing things.” He takes a step into the foyer. “Frankie is in her office. This way.” He leads me to the right, down a hallway then stops and knocks on a door. He’s the same old guy from last night, but it’s now clear he’s an important member of her crew. “Frank.”

“Yeah,” her sweet muffled voice can be heard through the thick door. He opens it, and enters. She’s sitting behind her desk, working on a laptop. Her unruly, curly hair is a mess, but fuck, she’s breathtaking. “Thanks, G,” she says to the older guy.

“I can stay,” he offers and glances at me with absolute revulsion.

“Do we have a problem?” I ask as I pull my shoulders back and take a step forward.

With a puffed chest he advances toward me, ready for a fight, but Frankie barely whispers, “Enough.” G glances at her, then returns his attention to me. “Leave us.”

He snarls while he walks past but ends up leaving Frankie and me alone.

If this is going to work, I need to get her to confess to something so I can take it to the FBI. Or, at least so I can hold it for blackmail and run her out of my state.

“How can I help you?” She pushes up out of her seat and walks over to the liquor cabinet. She pours herself a scotch, and slams it down. She holds up the glass and offers me a drink.

“It’s nine in the morning.”

“You know what they say. It’s five o’clock somewhere.” She pours a second and throws that back too.

“No, thank you.” I wave my hand to her. “About that list.”

“What list?” she asks, cautiously.

“The list of people who’ve threatened me.” She gestures toward the seat opposite hers, and when I sit, she walks over, pushes herself between my legs and sits on the edge of the desk.

My cock jumps, and I’m fighting myself not to reach out and place my hands on her thighs. She’s not wearing anything particularly alluring. Tights and a t-shirt, something I could easily get her out of, lower to my knees and consume her pussy before turning her around, slamming her on the table and fucking her cunt, then turning her over and drilling her ass. God, I bet she’s fucking wild with a cock in her ass and a vibrator in her pussy.

“Do you like what you see, Miller?” she teases as she scoots back and lets her legs fall open.

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