Page 72 of Rio's Release

“I’m going to kill the motherfucker.”

Like the good VP he is, Zig nods. “Okay. When and where?”

“As soon as possible, and I don’t give a fuck where.”

“We need to get a plan together. Make sure this doesn’t blow back on us.”

I drag a hand down my jaw. “I don’t want it to be quick. I want him to suffer.”

“So, no double-tap to the head. Got it.” Zig grins.

“This isn’t a fucking joke, VP.”

His smile disappears, and he drops his cigarette butt in his empty beer bottle. “Sorry. You’re right. It’s not. However you want to do this, you know the club will back you. Hell, you want ‘em to walk up in broad daylight on Main Street and take care of him, you know these brothers would do it with no questions asked.”

“I don’t want anyone else doing it. He’s mine, understand?”

“Sure, sure. I get it.” He studies me. “But we’ve got to be smart about this. None of us want you going back to prison.”

“That man doesn’t see the sunrise tomorrow.”

Zig’s brows lift. “You’re serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

He stands and paces, running his hand over his beard. “We could draw him out, make a fake call. Get him out in the middle of nowhere. Take care of it there.”

I stroke my chin, thinking. “I would love to do it at the abandoned glass factory where Shelby says he took her.”

“You know where that is?”

“No, but I could find out.”

Zig folds his arms. “Okay, if we do it at this old glass factory, we’ll have to scope the place out, and we’ll need time to make sure there’s no surveillance equipment at any place nearby. That’s gonna take a minute, so I guess the sooner you find out where this place is…”

“Yeah, okay. Give me some time with her. It’s not something she’s gonna want to talk about again.”

“And of course, we’re gonna have to dispose of the body.”

I look him dead in the eye. “You know anywhere we can get our hands on a wood chipper?”

“Are you serious? You know what kind of a mess that’s gonna leave? There’d be DNA everywhere.”

“Okay, fine.” I drag a hand down my face. “Figure something out. I’m going upstairs.” I shove out of my seat and stalk out, flinging the door open so hard it bounces against the wall.

By the time I trudge upstairs, I’ve done my best to let the rage dissipate before I walk in and see Shelby. I don’t want her to know what’s got me so worked up. Dragging in a slow breath, I open my door.

The sound of the shower carries to me immediately, and I don’t hesitate to strip. It only takes me about sixty seconds before I’m stepping under the hot spray with her.

She spins, surprised, but when I take her into my arms, she comes easily. Her wet skin glistens, and I’ve never seen anything sexier.

Her hair is still dry, like she was trying to keep it that way.

“Let me wash your hair.” I walk her back a step and get her pretty hair wet. Then I pour shampoo in my palm and massage it into her scalp. “Tilt your head, baby.”

She complies, moaning under my ministrations. Lather trails down her back and over her cute ass. Wrapping a hand around her nape, I ease her into the spray and rinse the shampoo out of her hair. I repeat with conditioner, and the way she moans and is pliant in my arms tells me she is enjoying the attention.

When I’m done, I grab a handful of body wash and soap up every luscious inch of her. I can’t get enough of touching her soft skin.

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