Page 23 of Echo

Ace was the last to reach the door. “I’ll send in your woman,” he told me before leaving.

I was pacing in front of King’s desk, much to Blaze’s amusement, when Violet stepped into the room.

“Hi,” she said softly, giving the prez and VP respectful nods. Then she came directly to my side, and I curled my arm around her waist before giving her a soft kiss.

“Hey, baby.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. King gave me permission to bring you further into the loop on some of this shit with the con organization.”

“Oh?” Her eyebrows shot up into her hair, and her mouth formed a cute little O.

“Let’s sit,” I prompted, guiding her over to the couch. Once I settled, I tugged her onto my lap. “You know Jeff is a low-level conman. And I told you we were going after the big fish.”

“Yes,” she agreed with a nod.

“Well, we discovered the other day—when I had to leave for a few hours—that the boss is actually a woman.”

“No way!” Violet gasped. “Seriously?”

I went on to explain more about her and our plan to take her down. When I got to the bait part, her expression fell, then darkened as I continued, and by the time I finished, she looked absolutely livid.

“Are you kidding me, Brodie Fauks?” she shouted, jumping to her feet.

I heard a deep chuckle and tossed a glare at Blaze, who was grinning behind Violet’s back.

“Shouldn’t take long,” I assured her. “I’ll play the part of the mark, give her what she wants until we catch her trying to steal the money from the dummy account we set up. You’ll stay here in the clubhouse where you’re protected.”

“You’re going to give her what she wants?” Violet asked in an emotionless tone.

“You are so fucked, brother,” King muttered as he shook his head.

“For shit’s sake,” I barked. “It’s not like I’ll actually be dating the woman!”

Violet inhaled slowly and crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up and distracting me with thoughts of how they tasted and what they’d feel like wrapped around my?—

“Focus, Brodie!” Violet stomped her foot and growled, forcing me to mash my lips together so I wouldn’t smile at how damn cute she was.

I locked my eyes with her gorgeous purple orbs and tried not to think about how fucking bad I needed to be inside her.

“Let’s look at this from another perspective, shall we?” she asked in an overly sweet tone that put me on edge. The smirks on King’s and Blaze’s faces didn’t help either.

“Let’s say that the mastermind of this group was an older man. A man who had a preference for much younger women. Particularly curvy girls with brown hair who were of average height.”

“Don’t forget violet eyes,” Blaze piped up. “He likes those, too.”

I glared at my VP for a moment before turning my attention back to my woman.

“And let’s assume that in order to put this man in jail, someone needs to pretend to date him. Oh, for the sake of ease, let’s say me. I’m the bait, so I have to let him think he has rights to me, to let him take me out, show me off, give me jewels and dresses, and tell me what to wear. Possibly even try to steal a kiss?—”

“No!” I bellowed, jumping to my feet. “Not a fucking chance in hell, Violet!”

“Exactly,” she huffed, a triumphant smile curling her lips.

“Walked right into that one,” King rumbled.

“Fine,” I gritted out through clenched teeth. “Get one of the other guys to do it.”

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