Page 129 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

I fell for my informant. The daughter of our target. Turning her had been easy. She agreed to do anything to get away from the monster who fathered her. All I had to do was show up and introduce myself.

But it all turned thirty shades of twisted pretty fast. Keeping my hands to myself turned into a struggle I lost.

It took me nearly six months, but I finally cracked when she showed up on my doorstep bruised from her father’s angry fists.

Her tears. Seeing her in pain. God help me. I had to do something to erase the memory. So I kissed her which turned into me taking her virginity. That first taste of heaven gave me hope for something I had no business craving. Her lips on mine, the taste of her sweet juices on my tongue, and her hands on my body led me to do what I swore I would never do—turn into my sleazy ass, dirty fucked up father.

“Sinners blood runs in the Priest family,”my mother had said every Sunday morning before shuffling us out the door to church. I wish the lessons had stuck. But she was right. Only the devil’s blood lives in my veins. Otherwise, I would be like the badge-wearing do-gooders in this room and have my head on straight.

It’s the same shit my father did while married to my mother that made her believe we were all bound for eternal damnation. The only difference is the bastard used the girls he turned as informants and then didn’t care if they died in the crossfire as long as he got what he wanted.

That is not who I am. Or who I thought I was.

But to make shit even more warped, Lilith is promised to the Bratva. Kirill Antonov to be exact. The blood on his hands is thick. He’s third in line to the throne of their family’s criminal empire after the eldest brothers, Maxim and Oizys Antonov.

Though Maxim doesn’t want the crown from what he swears to me. Given my history, I consider it hypocritical to judge him on the blood in his veins.He’s had my back a couple of time with some good intel. That is what matters to me.

I scrub a hand down my face as more agents file into the room and grab seats. I settle into the empty chair next to Mace. The second my ass hits the cushion, I make the mistake of lifting my eyes to see my boss’ ugly mug looking right at me.

Connor Callahan is wearing his signature bulldog look, his jowls hanging from age and no doubt stress.

I tip my chin in acknowledgment. “Boss. It’s not good to see you on my only day off. But since we are all here, who are we finally cuffing today?” My frankness isn’t surprising to him. I see a hint of a tilt to his lip before it falls flat on his face.

The man’s been here since the dawn of time and has witnessed a lot of shit go down. The running office joke is he was on the team that took down Capone. Completely not true, but hand to God, he could pass for being a century old. A life of fighting crime doesn’t soften a man by any means and the proof of that is all over his weathered face. Deep creases, granite eyes, and a cut-throat attitude make him hard to go up against.

Not only is he my boss, but the hard-ass fucker is also my godfather. The old man came up the ranks with my father. Both had their eyes set one of them becoming FBI director by the time they hit their sixties. Callahan here made it to supervisory Special Agent. My father made it to an early grave and the stain of greed, violence, and drug addiction was left behind for me to remove from the Priest name.

And then there is the high probability he killed my twin brother.

But I am getting ahead of myself. First things first.

Callahan thumps the table in front of him with a meaty fist. “Put away your cuffs, Priest. I see that look on your face. No cowboy heroics. You hear me, boy? This is your chance to clear off the pile of shit your father left behind on your name. My advice is don’t fuck it up.”

He always had an uncanny way of reading my mind. I tip my imaginary hat in his direction.

“Yes, sir.”

Callahan’s climb up the ladder halted when my father’s deeds were spread all over the nation’s newspapers. Being closely associated with a dirty federal agent with ties to the mafia nearly lost him his job and damn near cost me a shot at the bureau. It’s a fucking miracle I’m still here. Much to do with my godfather, I’m sure.

“Let’s start at the top,” Callahan begins. “Before we get Lilith Rossé moved into WITSEC I want to know she is not playing this team for fools. More importantly, not playing you, Priest.” An aged finger is pointed my way.

A scowl grips my expression. “What the fuck does that mean? Has she not provided us with actionable intel to date?”

Mace looks over with an apologetic look my way. He’s the only one who knows about my dirty little secret with Lilith.

“She said Kirill arrives tomorrow.” He points to all the files on the table. “You can read the messages we’ve intercepted and a few more from the enforcers. She was either wrong or lying and intentionally feeding you false intel. As of yesterday evening, Kirill Antonov is already Stateside. His impending nuptials with Lilith slated to happen in a month are already underway.”

The ax to the chest is swift. The pain is brutal.

“Bullshit,” I grit on auto. But at the same time, the radio silence from her makes sense now. Damn it. I thought I had more time. I sit up and grab the folder and flip through the papers. The more I read the harder it is to get a tight grip on my rage.

Callahan is right if these messages are to be believed.

“Bullshit? Then tell me what I’m missing. What do you have with the daughter, Priest? If you’re keeping something, now’s the time to share.”

His pick of words has my blood running cold. I look up from the papers and for a second, I think Callahan knows. But he would have personally come knocking on my door the second he found out and fired me on the spot. What he wouldn’t do is wait on information like me fucking the most important informant we have on the case. He might not be blood family, but we both struggle with impatience.

I take a steadying breath and work with that information.

---