Page 23 of Indecent Villain

“What was that exactly?”

“Half on the fourth, as was delivered. The remainder on the fourteenth.”

“My father died on the twelfth.”

Rogers nods. “I’m leaving the country later today for a wedding, so I won’t be around for a couple of weeks. You can reach me on the phone.” He passes me a slip of paper. “A list of what was ordered, received, and outstanding.” He turns and walks away.

As I watch his retreating back, I notice his men watching us.

“Let’s roll out.”

Grabbing Kinsley by the hips, I’m tempted to put her over my knee, but I decide that I can wait.

Within seconds, we’ve pulled out and are free of the warehouse. I eye Kinsley while trying to keep an eye on the surroundings.

“What business are you in, Tiberius? I just realized that I have no idea.”

I catch both Jock and Salem eyeing me from the front. “I own some hotels and nightclubs, among other things.”

She smirks. “Other things, huh? Do you own a titty bar?”

"How the fuck do you know what a titty bar is?" I ask, half amused.

"Oh, please! You look like a guy who would be into that sort of thing."

Salem and Jock howl with laughter as Kinsley wiggles her brows.

"If you don't stop this shit, I'll be putting you to work there."

"Really?" she asks excitedly. "I bet I'd learn a lot."

Fuck me!

I give Salem and Jock an irritated look as they continue to laugh. "The only place you will be showing your tits and learning things is in my fucking bed." I reach for her and yank her onto my lap.

The windshield splinters, and a bullet lodges in the back seat where Kinsley was mere seconds ago.

Motherfucker!

My hands tremble as I push Kinsley down onto the seat, my body shielding hers.

"Jock, Salem?" I shout.

"We're good," Salem hisses, pulling the car off the road. "Jock, do you see anything?" he asks.

"I didn't then, and I don't now. We're not under fire, so I'm guessing there’s only one shooter." Jock turns to us. "You guys okay?"

"A second later—" I close my eyes and press my lips against Kinsley's forehead.

Her arms come up and wrap around my neck as she pulls herself closer. I want her even closer because what just happened has shaken me in a way I'm not used to.

"We need to get out of here. We're sitting ducks."

My phone rings, breaking the silence. I answer it.

"One shooter," Nine says. "Everyone okay?"

I glance at Kinsley and reply, "Yeah." My voice is rough. "Do you have him?"

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