Page 10 of Grimm
I cocked my head. “Law enforcement can’t or won’t help, so you thought you’d come to the other side, and maybeIwould?”
“I know the people you deal with, Mr. MacDaniel. And I know your reputation.”
“Tavish,” I reminded her, my face splitting into a wide grin. “We’re on a first name basis now, Gina. What people do I know, and what reputation would that be?”
“Let’s not play games,Tavish.” She rolled her eyes. “You know what reputation and what people I’m referring to. Look, I’ll give you anything you want if you help me.”
“Anything, huh?” I arched my brow. “That’s a dangerous proposition for a man like me, Gina.”
She was sexy, and I wasn’t clueless about how my body reacted to her, but she was still the bitch who’d put my father in prison and still worked for the U.S. Attorney’s office. I’d have no choice but to push down the desire to be inside her. Helping her would cause nothing but trouble for me and Sin City. Fucking her would be catastrophic.
“Yes, anything,” she replied in a low, tormented voice. “Please, I need someone who can help me find him. You are my last hope.”
By the frown marring her perfectly oval face, she’d thought I meant sex while she’d offered money. I didn’t need her fucking money, and I couldn’t see someone like her exchanging her body for help. Of course, I’d like to fuck her; she was beyond fucking gorgeous with the kind of body a man could hold on to when he plunged into her. But I didn’t do business that way. Pussy was always on hand. Bitches walked through this clubhouse all day, every day, and if I wanted one to drop to their knees, they did it because I said so. So, no, I didn’t need sex. What I needed from Regina Coleman was much more valuable than what was between her legs, and I bet that shit was worth its weight in gold. Pussy came a dime a dozen, but her connections were priceless.
“I don’t want sex or money from you, Gina.”
Her brows bunched in confusion.
“I’m an asshole, but my mother raised a man, not a goddamn animal.” My gaze raked over her body. “But, when I do fuck you, you’ll come to me, sweetheart… willingly. I guarantee it.”
“I highly doubt it.”
I winked when her face brightened at the suggestion of me screwing her, despite the words coming out of her luscious mouth—a mouth I wanted wrapped around my dick. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her. Her reaction when my hands were all over her body told me all I needed to know.
“If not sex, what do you want from me?”
I sat forward and looked at her intently. “I want you to help me prove my father is innocent.”
“What!” Her eyes widened, and she jerked to her feet. “But he’s not, Tavish. I’ve seen the evidence, remember?”
“You’ve seen a bunch of bullshit.”
She watched as I rose to my feet, walked around my desk, and stood in front of her, crowding her space. She looked up through long dark lashes, her skin glowing with red undertones. She had the face of an angel but a body able to send me straight to hell if I took what I wanted. It took everything in me not to taste her plump lips, pull them between my teeth. Sadly, there were more important things other than getting my dick wet. Right now, I needed to focus on Angus. She was the key to freeing him.
“He is, Gina.”
Her mouth dropped open, but I placed my finger against her lips.,. Her brows furrowed, and I dropped my hand when I knew she wouldn’t interrupt.
“And, if you want my help, you’re going to help me free him.”
“What’s your proof, Tavish?” She placed her hands on her hips. “There was overwhelming evidence of his guilt. Judge Richards testified he shot his son and slit his throat, then tried to kill him when he walked into the room. I’m sure you remember I’m the one who put him behind bars.”
“How can I forget?” I stared at her for a moment before I decided to give her a little piece of information I had for free. “Judge Richards lied. He was on the take back then and now, and he threw my father under the bus. Sure, the judge may have been there when his son was killed, but it wasn’t Angus he walked in on doing the deed because Angus hadn’t been anywhere near the Richards’ estate.”
The criminal underworld in Vegas knew Judge Richards was as crooked as they came, and so did most law enforcement. They chose to ignore it because a crooked federal judge served their purpose. Angus had worked with him numerous times to get members out of trouble and to get his enemies convicted. Whatever Angus needed done, the judge jumped to do as long as there was something in it for him. Mainly protection and money.
Within the two years his son was undercover in the club, the relationship shifted. Angus never figured out why, nor could I once I took over. No longer was the judge an ally of Sin City but an enemy. I believed he was being blackmailed by someone, but I wasn’t sure who or why they’d targeted Angus other than to take over our territory.
Why try to kill the judge and his son? What was the endgame, unless it was to tie up loose ends and get rid of the two people who could bring them down?
Her brows shot up. “You can’t be serious. Judge Richards has been on the bench for over thirty years, Tavish. So many cases have crossed his desk. If that’s true, do you know what that could mean?”
Her facial expression fell. Not only had he railroaded my father, but there was no telling how many other innocent people were behind bars because of him.
“How do you know this?” she asked.
“I can’t tell you right now.”
