Page 62 of Devious Secrets

Fuck.

The list of shit to sort through just gets longer by the day, thanks to Megan.

“And if Marco finds Megan before we get this all settled? A debt is a debt, and we’d be doing the same if someone owed.” Kaz grabs the whiskey bottle from me and pours another glass for himself. “I know this girl’s keeping your bed warm and all but?—”

“He touches what’s mine and he’ll pay for it.” My teeth snap together as my jaw tightens. If DeAngelo looks at her, I’ll take his fucking eyes.

She’s a complication, she’s sneaky, and she has an issue with telling the full truth the first time she’s asked, but she’s my fucking complication and I won’t let anyone hurt her.

Ivan studies my face for a moment, then gives a curt nod. “Does she understand that?”

“I haven’t explained the full situation yet,” I say.

Ivan grins. “Well, good luck with that when you do.”

“The bigger issue is Thompson. Marco is the one who sent Megan, but he’s not the one who told her where to find the drive and how to get in here. So, we need to find out whose lips have gotten a little loose.”

I turn the conversation back to the reason I had to leave Megan naked in my bed. If I didn’t have this shit to deal with, I’d still be home waiting for another chance to sink myself into her.

It’s not that I haven’t had good sex before, but Megan is different. It’s not just a fuck with her. It’s not enough to just fuck her once or twice. Hell, I’m not sure I’ll ever get tired of her.

And that fucking mouth of hers. She has a shyness about her, but once she gets that fire built up in her, she’s all molten lava. I can see the fear in her eyes, but she doesn’t let that stop her when she has something to say.

And at the moment, it’s a lot of anger aimed at me.

I don’t blame her, but it will pass.

And then she’ll realize she’s not going anywhere. That once I’ve made my claim, it sticks.

She’s mine now.

Rurik checks his phone. “I’ll check in when I have something. When I find her, what do you want me to do with her?”

“I don’t want her hurt. Just bring her home, let her know it’s safe. She’s probably spooked, and you’re not exactly a walking advertisement for a knight in shining armor. It might not be that easy to get her to believe you.”

He deadpans, “If you want her home, I’ll bring her home.” He taps his knuckles on the bar. “You have enough to deal with here. I’ll handle this.”

“Thank you, my friend. I will owe you.” I shake his hand over the bar. Rurik can be counted on without a second of worry. Once he’s given his word, it’s all but done.

“And I will collect.” He flashes a grin, then grabs the bottle of thirty-year-old Glenfiddich whiskey from me and salutes me with it.

“You’re letting him take a six-thousand-dollar bottle of whiskey?” Kaz watches Rurik saunter from the club with the bottle.

“At least it wasn’t the 1926 Macallan.” I shrug. That prized bottle sits in my private office unopened. You don’t just casually drink a one-point-six-million-dollar bottle of whiskey.

“If you two can concentrate on something other than runaway women and expensive liquor, I finally got my hands on the coroner’s report for Thompson,” Ivan snarks.

“The official one or the real one?” Kaz asks, his levity disappearing. Kaz plays hard, but when it comes to family or our businesses, he’s as ruthless as the rest of us.

“Both,” Ivan responds. “The official reporting is that he died of a heart attack. But the report we received shows he had potassium cyanide in his blood.”

“Cyanide?” Kaz raised his brow. “He was poisoned?”

“The coroner said from the amount of it in his bloodstream, he thinks he was being given small traces of it over time, and whatever he was given the last time was enough to trigger a heart attack,” Ivan explains.

“Why wouldn’t they want the real cause of death on the certificate?” Kaz leans forward, pressing his elbows into his knees.

“Dexter Thompson was corrupt as fuck. He wasn’t just on our payroll. Half the city probably had him in their pocket.” The zoning commissioner can keep a developer from getting the land they want and the permits they need to get a project underway. It’s easiest to slip him the cash he wants to get your way in new developments.

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