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"Says the guy who looks like he walked straight out of a low budget Vin Diesel movie," Connor shoots back.

"It's Isaac," Tattoo head - well, Issac - says to me, his Irish accent more pronounced as he tries not to laugh. "And you've already been introduced to Pete and Rip, I mean, Connor and Dom."

"Pleasure," I say dryly. "Now that we're all acquainted, perhaps we could discuss the zip ties? I'm a little more accustomed to diamond tennis bracelets, and maybe we could discuss why my husband's been sneaking around with your little club?"

"Club," Connor snorts. "Cute."

Dom catches my eye in the rearview mirror. "You know, for someone who was just stolen out of a parking garage, you're fairly calm."

"Please. This is the most excitement I've had since Thomas made me attend that three-hour fundraiser for sustainable golf courses."

Isaac's laugh fills the SUV. "Maybe we should've left her in the parking garage."

"And miss out on all this stimulating conversation?" I shift against the leather seat, the zip ties digging into my skin. "By the way, where is bleach blonde barbie? I was wondering if she'd be willing to share her review of Thomas' best move, the two pump chump?"

Dom the driver, slams on the breaks, seemingly caught between a laugh, and a choke I believe.

"God damn, she's ruthless," Connor snorts from beside me.

"Wait, how did you know about Sylvia?" Isaac twists in his seat.

"Because I sat a couple houses down and watched your diplomatic visit. Though I have to say, your taste in honeypots could use some work. She practically screams undercover."

Dom's knuckles tighten on the steering wheel. "What makes you think say that?"

"No one visits Hawthorne Street dressed like they just came from an 18 and up bar unless they're a stripper, and people on Hawthorne street make too much money to stoop as low as a stripper. Images to maintain you know." I say, blowing my hair out of my face.

"I mean, God forbid the discussion at the HOA meeting for the month is about how Mr. Reynolds had a two-bit whore coming to his front door."

"Shit." Issac leans forward. "Dom, she's got a point."

"I've got lots of points." I tug at the zip ties again. "Like how Thomas keeps a safe behind that tacky Monet print in his office. Or how he takes mysterious calls at exactly 3 AM every Tuesday and Thursday."

Connor's eyebrows shoot up. "You've been watching him."

"Not until recently, because truth be told, I didn't give a rats ass. But after finding a used condom in his office, I've decided he's getting a little too brave, and he needs to be taken down a few notches."

"And you're just willing to share all this because...?" Dom's eyes meet mine in the mirror again.

"Because Thomas made the mistake of thinking I'm just a trophy wife with nothing between her ears except hair spray and proper table etiquette."

Chapter 9

Isaac

Dom pulls overin an old motel parking lot a couple miles down the road and we all scramble out of the car. My mind races with thoughts about the petite woman bound in our backseat. Her perfectly manicured nails and designer clothes scream 'politician's wife,' but something doesn't quite add up.

"What's your take on this?" Dominic asks, coming around the front of the car.

"I don't know what to make of it." I lean back against the door, crossing my arms. "If she's working with Thomas, she's the worst spy I've ever fucking seen."

Connor comes from behind the SUV after taking a piss. "Maybe that's what she wants us to think."

"Nah." I shake my head. "I've watched her when we talk about him. She tenses up when we mentioned the bastard."

I catch Dominic's skeptical glance. "Could be an act."

"Na, the senator's too controlling to let his wife do his dirty work. He barley lets her fucking talk in press conferences and shit."

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