Page 50 of Tainted Blood

“Hard, but I know it has to be done and the sooner I get shit handled, the sooner I get to hold her. Any news on the asshole?”

“Yes. He was spotted near our waterfront property.”

“What? What the hell was he doing there?”

“Scoping it out. Guess who he was spotted with?”

“The fucking detective?”

“Yes.”

“I had a feeling that bitch was helping him from the start. Nothing about her seemed legit, especially since she’d been working with that piece of shit.”

“I couldn’t agree more. She’s not a real detective. I’ve dug deeper, and she’d been kicked off the police force for misconduct—something hard to do in the CPD; the dumb cunt isn’t even a PI. She’s carrying false credentials and if she’s located with them, we’ll get her tossed for impersonating an officer, so maybe she’ll give us his location.”

“That works for me. I’d love to kill her too. She was driving the getaway vehicle that night. I’m sure of it.”

“Me too, but we can wait for the right time.”

“Now, we have had problems on the docks lately. Maybe it’s because you haven’t been there to hold down the fort or because people are testing our strength, but we have had several stolen shipments. I’m heading over today. Do you want to accompany me to find out who the thief is and deal with it?”

“Sounds good to me.” We drive out to the docks in the middle of the evening as the sun is close to setting. We lie back and watch two rows back from our usual spot and wait as someone we know well talks to the delivery crew. He sets up the trailers, and they begin loading the trucks that aren’t ours. “Isn’t that interesting. I swore we gave that fuck a chance to move on without facing our wrath, and now the bastard crossed us again.”

“Let’s get this shit over with.” We speed over in front of the truck and then hop out of the vehicle. “It seems we have a problem, Espinoza.”

“Whoa, whoa. I…I…” He whips out his gun, but he’s too fucking slow, and my fist is in his face before he can get it past his waist. I send him on his ass, and his gun lands on the ground. The two men in the truck jump out and Jack, Johnny, and two of our men have guns on them.

“Hold up, fuckos. Don’t even think of making a move.”

They have their arms up in the air. “We don’t have anything to do with it,” the driver says. Suddenly, Espinoza tries to move, so I kick him in the ribs. I hear those fuckers crack, and I smile. Damn, it’s good to be back. I go to town, beating the shit out of this lying sack of shit. We find out where our goods are, and the drivers get it back in order to survive another day.

They return a fraction of our goods. The rest of our merchandise Espinoza has already sold off before they were aware since they are only a local father-and-son delivery company. They have no ties to organizations like ours, hence the reason they got mixed up in the business without realizing it. No one else would be stupid enough to cross us.

By the time I return home, it’s three in the morning. Calista is asleep in our bed, and I slip in beside her. I wrap my arms around her and a soft moan escapes her lips.

“I missed you, Ian,” she whispers.

“I’m sorry, baby. We had more problems than I expected today. Tomorrow won’t be the same.”

I’m wrong. The rest of the next two weeks are full of issues that leave me with one thing after another that keeps us busy, leaving Calista at home. She is only able to travel between the two other houses on the estate. She doesn’t care for Jack for the most part, so she visits Claudia, playing with the dog or helping her while she bakes.

My alarm goes off at eight in the morning after we make love and shower. She’s standing in the middle of our bedroom almost completely dressed for the day, while I’m in my boxers and sliding on my socks at the edge of the bed. I check the alarm and groan, slamming my eyes shut.

“What is it?” she asks, taking the towel out of her hair. Her light pink tank top hugs her large breasts and lifts them up, making me want to tug that damn top down. Then those yoga pants form around her sensual ass and thighs, stiffening my cock like I wasn’t in her tight body half an hour ago. Still, a pressing matter stands in front of us that I forgot to mention.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry that things have been crazy. I have to travel to Vegas.”

“What? You’re heading to Vegas. I’ve told Maggie to tell them I can’t come back yet. I need to sit back and be a good little missus while you go off doing God knows what with God knows who.” She slams her hands down on at her sides.

“Callie, don’t. Don’t think like that. I own a hotel and casino. I have several meetings and security matters to handle.”

“Is that all you have plans for?”

I pull her into my arms and spin her over on my knee, and with a quick action, I pull down her yoga pants and my hand lands on her ass. “Don’t even accuse me of betraying you. I love and live for you. Even when I had no idea that I’d see you again, it’s the only reason I tried to survive.” I pop her ass one more time before pulling up her panties and pants. Lifting her to sit right on my thigh, I kiss her lips hard and then pull back. “Now, what I was going to say was that I need you packed because you’re coming with me.”

“You want me with you?”

“Of course. Do you think I can spend the night away from you?”

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