Page 83 of Conquered

Infuriating.

The woman was more infuriating than almost anyone I’d ever been around.

Her words.

Her actions.

Her… sex appeal. Goddamn, she was hot tonight, even in her ponytail, sweatpants, and a bright red shirt that hugged her gorgeous breasts perfectly.

I had it bad for the feisty woman with the hourglass figure. And a mouth full of sandpaper and glass shards. I was certain she was going to start spitting them at me just a few moments before.

Of course, that made me hunger for her even more. My resolve had kicked into overdrive a long time before. It had a leak in the fuel. Soon, I would need to fill it up and there was only one way of doing that.

With a taste of her.

Her lips.

Her rosy nipples.

Her luscious pussy.

Even with her nasty words, as usual every time I walked into a room, the possessive and very hungry need for her shot straight to the surface. I simply wasn’t used to anyone challenging me in such an egregious manner.

Four days was enough. I was finished with keeping my end of the bargain and my patience. If she wanted fun, then I’d give it to her.

After that, she would learn challenging me would keep her in… hot water. Chocolate? I laughed to myself as I moved toward the cabinets, throwing open one door then another. She was right in that I’d never been into sweets, so I had no need to have them inside my house.

However, what she described as far as a relaxing night did sound… interesting. I had to readjust my cock in my jeans before walking to the pantry, opening the various doors. Hmmm… What could I do about her cravings this time of night?

Then again, what could I do about mine?

I’d think of something.

I threw back half the liquor, thinking about the last phone call I’d had with the boys, as I’d started calling them. There’d been no additional threats, no odd phone calls, but the intensity of knowing that some shit was about to hit the fan remained lurking in the backs of all three of our minds.

At least the list was being narrowed down person by person. Even Creed had taken it upon himself to walk the streets, talking to several of his informers. What we’d all found fascinating was that whoever was behind the threats had managed to keep a low profile. That included not bragging to anyone about what they were doing.

Very unusual.

Powerful men always bragged at least to one or more sources.

My thoughts drifted to Josie Barker. Why did I have the distinct feeling her father was up to something? As I’d reminded Sara, this was an election year for the man after all. I hadn’t paid any attention to whatever his platform of the year had become. Maybe I needed to do so. I grabbed my phone, dialing Creed.

“You thought of something else?” he asked by way of answering his phone.

“What do you know about James Barker’s re-election campaign?”

“Only that he’s a pontificating asshole. Why?”

What I’d overheard of Sara’s conversation with her friend had disturbed me but I certainly didn’t want to share that with my sweet fawn. “My gut tells me the man is up to something.”

“As in trying to discredit or destroy us?”

“As in gathering all his influential friends together not only to crush our regime but to possibly indict us for various crimes.”

Creed snorted. “Well, Mr. Angel of Death. If what you say is true, then you in particular need to lay low. Let me have a long chat with a detective buddy of mine I recently caught in a horrific little scandal. He owes me.”

I had to laugh. My brother was a cunning snake. “Let me know. I have graduation tomorrow with Sara and I don’t want anything shoved in her face.”

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