Page 56 of Ruthless Lord
“Are you sure you’re winning?” I ask when I’m done.
He doesn’t answer. Only watches me with lust and need all over his face. I stare back before finally tearing myself from the bed and retreating into the bathroom.
I lock the door behind me.
All it takes is ten seconds of stroking my clit before I come so hard I nearly black out, biting down on a towel to keep him from hearing.
Fuck. God, that was so good. And so fucking stupid. I fix myself in the mirror, taking another couple minutes to get myself together.
When I climb back into bed, it’s like nothing happened.
He’s sleeping or pretending to sleep.
I’m tossing and turning.
But now the game’s getting more complicated, and all I know is I want to keep playing.
Chapter 17
Stefano
It’s early evening as I pull over to the side of the road on a quiet highway in the middle of the Jersey pine barrens. Huge scrubby trees tower over a parked truck, its four-ways flashing. Traffic blows past, their headlights casting long shadows. I walk slowly toward where the driver’s sitting on the back gate, legs kicking, toying with something in his lap.
“You better have a good reason for this,” I call out. The driver’s an older guy called Chatty. It’s an ironic nickname since the guy doesn’t talk all that much. He’s grizzled and beaten up from years behind the wheel running long routes, and he’s one of our more experienced and skilled employees.
“I thought you’d want to see this.” He tosses a black rectangle to me. I catch it and frown at the simple plastic case.
“The hell is this?”
“Found it under the rear axle.”
“Stuck from the road?”
“Taped.” Chatty’s expression darkens and he doesn’t elaborate.
I turn the box over in my hands, looking for markings. There’s a serial number on the bottom alongside a company name:Kestral Telematics.
Well, fuck me sideways.
I know that manufacturer. They build GPS tracking shit. I used them all the time back when I was running operations on the street. Their kit’s always high quality, cheap, and reliable.
“You sure it was taped? Not something we did?”
Chatty nods once. “Positive.”
That’s definitely not good. If someone bugged his truck, I’m betting they did the same to all our other vehicles. “I’ve got to make some calls. How’d you find it, anyway?”
“Noticed something was running interference on the edges of the CB radio band. Used that electric scanner wand and came up with it.”
“Smart man.” I nod to him and turn away. Chatty deserves a fucking raise. “Stay here for a few more minutes.”
He grunts and leans back as I pull out my cell.
Davide answers on the third ring. “This better be good. I’m elbow deep in aWorld of Warcraftraid?—”
“Chatty found a GPS device taped to his truck.”
Davide curses and I hear him fumbling with something in the background. “You’re fucking serious?”
