Page 67 of Choices

"Ma'am! This is wildly inappropriate."

"What? My sex life? You asked what I was doing last night, I'm simply answering you."

Suit shakes his head in frustration.

"Where were you the night before?"

"Gangbang."

"And the night before?"

"Gangbang."

"So if I ask about Rico's location, or any of the men, any day of the week?"

"Gangbang."

"I know you're lying. I don't know why, but I know you're lying."

"Wanna stop by tonight? I can ask the boys about adding a fifth to our group. Do you swing both ways? I'd love to get some guy-on-guy action, but my guys are all straight." I put my finger to my chin and raise my eyes as if I'm thinking about something serious.

"Between Rico and Santi, who do you think would top?Rico's really got that daddy Dom energy but Santiago's got that donkey..."

Suit slams his hands on the table and stands, his chair falling backward behind him.

"Did you just proposition an FBI agent for sex?!" He shouts, his face a deep, angry red.

"Well yeah," I answer flatly, batting my eyelashes at him. "Oh, but I won't pay you for it. I get plenty at home for free." I ponder again. "But really, how much dick is too much dick?"

Suit hangs his head with a sigh, while Johnson rubs his hand back and forth over his mouth, hiding his smile.

Suit glares at me again. "I know you're protecting them, but a good girl like you shouldn't go down with lowlifes like them. Their time is coming, and when you go down protecting them, who's going to be there for your kids?"

That certainly takes the wind out of my sails.

Johnson stands as well and motions to the door. "You're free to go, ma'am. I'll walk you out."

I stand and nod before following Johnson. As we're walking down the short hallway to the bullpen, Johnson nods to fellow cops he knows but whispers to me.

"You were freaking incredible in there."

I nod and thank him.

Nothing like being interrogated about your law-breaking lovers on a random Tuesday.

Chapter twenty-six

Santiago

Watching Hannah leave the local PD with her head held high last week filled me with pride. Our little warrior woman. The deep-seated need in me to protect her has become an obsession. The boys and I unanimously decided I would stay with her during the days, and we would take turns watching over the house at night. If the FBI made the connection between her and us it was only time before our enemies did too.

I know Matty and Rico both have been with Hannah. Which leaves me. I want her. I want her badly. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't also nervous.

I've caught her looking at me when she thinks I'm not looking. She likes my body. But what if she doesn't like me? What if my scar is too much of a turn-off?

But I don't have to worry too long. I'm sitting on her couch after she comes home from dropping her kids off at school. Sometimes I ride with them, but we were out late last night talking to our soldiers about Vitale so I slept in, driving to Hannah's house before she got home from the bus run.

Hannah comes in the front door wearing a sexy little sundress and smiles when she sees me. She hangs up her purse before plopping down next to me on the couch.

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