Page 76 of Devious Madness

The idea alone has my cock waking up in my jeans. The woman has been a complete distraction these past few days. When she’s not wandering around getting into everything in the penthouse, she’s pestering me about going out.

She’s burning up with cabin fever. When I left this morning, she demanded I bring her with me, and when I denied her, she stormed up the stairs like a little brat who wasn’t getting her way.

I think she needs more time over my knee.

Something I can rectify when I get home tonight.

“No idea who killed him?” Sasha questions.

I shake my head. “No. But that’s not my problem. Let his sons sort that out.”

Sebastian Gallo sits at the head of a gambling syndicate. He provides cover for underground games so long as a portion of the profits hits his wallet. No one runs anything without his permission and blessing.

No one except the Volkovs. They were in this city long before Sebastian showed up. Out of respect, they keep their gambling ring inside their club, and they give free membership to Sebastian and his three sons.

“You’re not interested?” Sasha lifts his eyebrows. “Theguy who hired you for a job ends up dead before you can deliver, and you’re not concerned? What if whatever got him killed comes looking for you?”

“I’m not worried. I’ll let Kaz know about the ten grand. If he wants to pursue it, he can.”

“What about reaching out to his sons? See if they want the intel?” Sasha suggests.

“There’s barely half a brain between all three of them. Sebastain kept them out of his business on purpose.”

“Could be useful to someone. Probably worth good money.”

“I’m not getting in the middle of this mess. If someone comes looking for information I can sell, fine, but I’m not advertising. Sebastian hired me to find Enzo, I found him, got the information he wanted. My job’s done.” Cash for intel, that’s all the job entailed. I have more important matters at hand to focus on.

“Hmm, just like finding and bringing home the girl was the job? Because you seem to have taken on some extra responsibilities there.” Sasha pushes out of his chair and heads to the coffee pot in his kitchen.

Berenice jumps off the desk and follows him, her tail and chin held high as she prances after him.

“That’s different.” I take over his seat.

“I’m sure it is.” He shakes his head.

“What?” I demand, when he’s done pouring his coffee and leans back against his counter.

Sasha’s fees are exorbitant and worth every fucking penny. But he never spends his money on things like anapartment with interior walls. He likes this tiny studio apartment he lives in. It’s a shit place filled with the top technology money can buy.

He makes no sense.

“Nothing.” He lifts a shoulder. “But you know marriage is going to make your job harder.”

“How?”

“You think a wife is going to be okay with you going missing for weeks at a time while you’re out hunting?”

“Mira handles herself fine.” As though she can hear me talking about her, my phone buzzes in my back pocket.

Sasha watches me as I check the message. “The chain already tugging on your ankle?”

I shoot him a look that should make his skin melt off his bones, but he just grins.

“No. There’s a fire at the east side storage facility.”

He arches his brow at me.

“Alexander has the bottom floor of the building.”

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