Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I kick Brody’s shin under the table to keep him from making a big deal out of Kennedy’s bad attitude. “We were actually hoping to work with you, Captain,” I say sweetly and lean back in my chair to study his reaction. He gives me nothing, which means he already figured that before showing up. “It’s not even a huge deal, really. Call it a minor favor.”
“I don’t normally do minor favors for crime families.” He glances at Brody. “What the fuck did you tell her about me?”
“Hear her out,” my husband says with iron in his tone. I swear to everything holy, the way he’s looking at Captain Kennedy makes me absolutely fucking wet. There’s a menacing power to my husband that only comes out when he’s playing the boss role and I love it so much.
“We have a mutual friend,” I tell the annoyed Captain. “Maggie O’Malley. From the zoning committee.”
“Yeah, sure, I know old Mags. What’s she got to do with this?”
“She’s got a neighbor problem. The sort of thing the police can handle, but haven’t, not yet anyway. We were hoping you could help us out by helping her out.”
Captain Kennedy looks thoughtful. “I like Mags,” he admits. “Feisty old broad. Doesn’t take any shit. Not terrible for a fucking bureaucrat.”
“Help her with this neighbor issue and we’ll owe you one.” I give him my best smile and note that Brody’s staring straight at me. The silly man is getting charmed by me and I’m not even trying. Which only makes me want him even more.
“I don’t typically do open-ended jobs like that.” Captain Kennedy licks his lips.
“We’ll pay the usual amount,” Brody supplies. “Which is more than fair considering how small this problem is.”
Captain Kennedy tilts his head side to side but the shrew bastard’s delaying. I can tell his head’s working, and I don’t like that, and I especially don’t like it when he speaks up. “You need this,” he says. “It’s important to you or else you wouldn’t have come straight to me.”
I glance at Brody. He’s got a poker face on but Captain Kennedy’s dead right. “We’re taking this seriously,” Brody says carefully.
Captain Kennedy waves a hand in the air. “I’ve got problems too, you know. I’ve got a bunch of fucking open cases stemming from that little goddamn war you threw a while back. You remember that? The fucking gas leak bullshit? If you can give me an arrest connected with that mess, maybe I can help Mags with her neighbor issue.”
Brody lets out a long, frustrated breath. My heart starts to patter and I shift uncomfortably in my chair. “I’m not sure that’s doable,” I say softly.
Captain Kennedy grins at me, the smug fuck. “I wouldn’t mind arresting you or your brothers, to tell you the truth, but it doesn’t have to be like that.”
“We can get you someone,” Brody says, and we both look at him. Captain Kennedy seems intrigued, and I’m mostly just surprised. We hadn’t discussed this. “And it’ll be someone good. But you need to make sure you live up to your end of the bargain.”
“The moment I have a perp is the moment Mags no longer has a neighbor problem.”
Brody grunts and nods sharply. “You got a deal. I’ll be in touch.”
“This was great. Really, I love dealing with you organized crime scumbags.” Captain Kennedy pushes his chair back. Brody says nothing, and we both know the asshole cop needs to get his shots in or else he might start looking too closely in the mirror. He walks off, sauntering a little bit.
“What the hell was that?” I ask, leaning in. “We’re not sacrificing any of our guys to that dick.”
“No, we’re not, but I’m starting to think we can deal with two problems at the same time if we play this right.” He’s staring after Captain Kennedy, his eyes distant. “To Carthage then I came Burning burning burning burning.”
“More Eliot?”
He pushes his chair back and stands. “Come on. We have some plans to make.”
I stand with him, but instead of following, I move around the table and push my hands against his chest. He looks surprised when I kiss him gently. It’s a chaste kiss, nothing inappropriate, but his eyes light up the moment I’m close to him.
“I believe I owe you something,” I whisper and reach down to tug at his belt.
His eyebrows raise. I turn and walk away, shaking my hips a bit, and head down a short hallway that leads to the bathrooms. I lead him into the men’s room, make sure it’s empty, and get down on my knees the second he’s inside, pushing him up against the door.
“Now this I didn’t expect,” he murmurs as I tug down his slacks. His cock’s already half hard and it springs out to meet my tongue.