Page 108 of Fiona and the Fixer

The police were busy cuffing and shoving the bad guysinto the patrol cars when Fiona asked, “How is this going to keep your client from coming after you?”

“Me?” I asked. “You worried about me, sweetheart?”

She rolled her eyes, and I wanted to spank her ass. Later. I didn’t need to get hard in front of a bunch of cops.

I took her hand and led her over to Jack’s car. I leaned against the hood and pulled her between my parted legs. “My clients ask me to do things for them that could put them in jail.”

They were going to be pissed since their drugs were at the bottom of a ravine and lost their trafficking spot in Coal Springs. I didn’t think they cared too much about Leather Jacket Guy and his sidekick going to jail; they were disposable and easily replaceable.

“You doingthe thingscan put you in jail, too.”

“Exactly. It’s a balance of power. But I also have Nitro–”

“Your tech guy?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I have him finding additional dirt on all of them. They know I’ve got my protection information. The more bad shit they do, the more I know.”

“Same with Jack?” she asked, turning her head to look at our friends.

They really were looking out over the view wrapped around each other in their own little love bubble.

“Same with Jack. He’s out, sweetheart. I mean, look at him.”

Completely whipped.

He might take some grief, too, but we could handle it.

Fiona was alive, which was a problem for some badfuckers out there, so I needed to make sure she stayed that way. It wasn’t going to be hard. My dirt was now her dirt. She didn’t know it, but the good girl who didn’t break the law was now under the protection of a guy who liked to break it.

“So… so I’m safe, too?” I saw concern on her face. Hesitancy. Maybe even awareness of what she’d done and how she might truly be in danger.

I stroked her hair back, tipped her chin up so her eyes met mine. “Nothing’s happening to you with me around. I protect what’s mine.”

57

DAX

When we finally got back toJack and Hannah’s place after dealing with the local police, Brittany and Nitro were waiting for us. If making out on the couch was considered waiting.

“Dude, that’s where I watch movies,” Jack told Nitro, shaking his head. Pancake trotted from the other room and began to weave around his ankles.

Nitro wiped his mouth with a finger and reluctantly let Brittany go. She popped up and went over to Hannah, fixing her shirt on the way. Nitro didn’t move. In fact, he grabbed a throw pillow and put it over his lap.

I smirked. Jack frowned even deeper.

“I can’t believe you came back from your trip early,” Brittany told her, giving her a hug.

“If I stayed away any longer, you’d be pregnant,” Hannah countered.

Brittany glanced over her shoulder at Nitro and bit her lip. He didn’t look horrified by the idea.

Interesting.

“I would ask what you’re doing here, but it’s pretty fucking obvious,” Jack muttered. Yeah, we weren’t talking next steps right now. The fact that Nitro was heating up Jack’s living room with Hannah’s bestie was prime convo. “I don’t want any babies conceived on my movie couch.”

“Me? Us?” Brittany said, looking put out. Then her eyes narrowed, and she pointed at me. “What about you?”

“Me?”

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