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‘What I want is a hard dick and what I need is a rough fuck.’ I looked at him and his mouth dropped in shock.

‘Oh, girl,’ he inhaled.

‘But I’m not sure you can deliver,’ I commented, looking unaffected, sitting back in my chair.

‘At least give me the opportunity to try.’

I shrugged my shoulder and drank my wine. I promptly changed the subject and chatted with him a bit longer.When my glass was empty, the bartender asked if I’d like anything else. ‘Just the check, please.’

‘Same,’ Christopher asked too.

I paid with cash, giving the bartender a large tip, then turned to Christopher, looking him over.

‘Ok,’ I said, ‘listen, I don’t want to leave together, that will look obvious. I’ll be in room 903. Follow in half an hour or so.’

‘Half hour?' he asked like I just asked him to wait a year.

‘Good things come to those who wait.’ I gathered my things together. ‘Besides, I need to call my employer and go over my meetings from today, there’s an eight-hour time difference.’

‘Fine, half hour,’ he winked at me.

‘Nine oh three,’ I whispered as I slid off my chair.

CHAPTER 16

JESSA

Our work with the Taggarts was done. Breton and I finally had all the information and confession to finally wrap up everything, putting my return home closer.

It was quite the eventful night, by far the most exciting and exhilarating thing I’ve ever been involved in. During my escape I was too scared and heartbroken to appreciate what was being done.

I opened the door to my hotel room to a smirking and smug asshole, who had no idea that the biggest badass out there was in my bathroom just waiting for me to latch the door shut. Needless to say, Christopher was rather shocked that Nyall jumped him from behind and injected him with a needle, dragging him to a chair and tying him up.

When he came to, I was sitting on the side of the bed, changed into a pair of sweat pants, Breton’s bruins t-shirt and my wig was next to me on the bed.

‘Hello,’ I said in the sweetest voice I could muster. ‘Remember me?’

He looked up at me, then to the wig and around the room, taking in Nyall and Breton standing behind the camera.

‘Oh, that’s right, we’ve never actually met, because the story I was told was that Matt…or should I say Justin, had no family.’

Christopher’s eyes darted up to me, realization donning on his features as to just who I was.

‘But you see Christopher, I have a family, and we are fiercely protective of one another.’ I looked up to Breton, ‘That guy right there, he’s my cousin, but more like a brother to me. I had a brother, but you know all about him also. Now you are going to tell us how and why he died.’

‘I have more needles I can stab you with to make you give us the information we want,’ Nyall informed him, holding up a few syringes that had been laying on the desk. ‘I also have some with heroin, I’m not above pumping you with too much if you refuse to cooperate.’

I knew it was going to be an emotional night, but it left me broken and hollow for days. Hearing what had happened to Josh and the stupid reason had me devastated. As if it was happening again all over for the first time.

I knew Breton was feeling it to, and just like the first time around, we leaned on one another and supported each other. I had Drew, but I wasn’t ready to tell him what happened, not yet, it was too raw to talk about. I needed more time to digest it and come up with a plan to tell my parents.

He was forthcoming with pretty much anything and everything that incriminated him, matt and their sister. While the method we were using to obtain the information may never hold up in court, it was out there, and Breton would have all the supporting evidence authorities would need.

I really wanted to fuck this guy up physically, but the guys wouldn’t allow it, I know it would only feel good momentarily and there was nothing I could do that would ever bring Josh back or erase the pain I felt when he died or the emptiness that will be forever in my heart.

After getting Christopher’s confessions, we slipped him a roofie and sent him back to his room, where Nyall had already stashed enough drugs for the authorities to arrest him on trafficking charges—which were pretty serious in that country. And that’s exactly what they did. When he woke up in his room the next day, officers had busted his door down and found large quantities of drugs in his room. I wasn't sure how Nyall got them, and I wasn’t really interested in knowing; the less I knew the better. But it served a purpose, it put Christopher in jail and unable to reach out to his sister, who was now under constant surveillance. Nyall and Breton’s plan to set up Christopher had been almost as perfect as my boat escape.

As I was no longer needed to lure Christopher in to coax his confession out of him, I could finally remove my implants. My parents and Drew both put up a fuss about not being here to take care of me after my surgery, but being around my family was still a bit of a risk. Plus, I knew they were just using it as an excuse to see me. As much as I wanted to see them, I knew I had to hold out just a little bit longer until everything was finalized.

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