Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“There are no buts. Even if I liked TJ, it wouldn’t matter. I’m not getting involved with a fucking mobster.”
“You don’t have to get involved with him, but the tension between you two is killing all of us. Just fuck him and get it over with.”
“That’s not going to work.”
“So you at least admit you want to?”
“The man is hot, but that doesn’t mean I have to jump into bed with him. Just because you…” I stopped. I was pissed off at TJ. Rogue didn’t deserve my anger.
“Just because I’m a slut doesn’t mean you have to be.”
I shook my head. “That’s not what—”
“It is, but I appreciate you not actually saying it. I like hooking up. There’s a hell of a lot worse shit I could have been doing on the circuit than fucking the hottest men and women who offered themselves up like prizes.”
“Like working for the same men our father did?”
Rogue squeezed his eyes shut and took a slow breath. “I don’t want to talk about that. I did what I had to do.”
“Just don’t do it anymore. There’s no need to now.”
He gave a sharp nod. “I know.”
“You know I don’t care how many people you sleep with. I’m just in a shit mood.”
“You and Grant both.”
“He’s going to be like that until we find out who our newest enemies are.”
“Yeah, but you don’t have to be in a bad mood. “
“You think TJ’s got some magic dick that’s going to make me forget all my troubles?”
Rogue grinned. “You don’t know he doesn’t.”
“I told you, fucking him is not an option.”
“Why?”
“I can’t stand him for one, and…”
Rogue raised his brows. “And what?”
“He’s an assassin.”
“You’ve killed before.”
For a second, the world swam in front of me. I had to steady myself against the fence.
“Rhys, are you…”
“I’m fine, just stop pushing me.”
“Okay. If you really don’t want him, maybe I’ll take TJ for a toss in the hay. It’s been awful lonely stuck on the ranch.”
Anger coursed through me, and I grabbed the front of Rogue’s shirt. “Don’t you dare.”
My asshole brother smiled. “That’s what I thought. You totally want him for yourself.”
“No. I don’t want you mixed up with any more fucking mobsters.”
“Especially not ones you’re hot for, right?”
“Rogue—”
His phone buzzed, and he glanced down. “It’s TJ. Maybe he’s got some news on the dead guy.”
I nodded and gestured toward his phone.
He answered, and his eyes widened at whatever TJ said. “No. That’s not… You’re serious… Uh-huh. Rhys’s right here… We’ll round up Grant and be there ASAP.” Rogue disconnected the call. “We got an ID on the body.”
“How?”
Rogue wrinkled his nose, a sure sign he didn’t want to tell me.
“You’re not going to be able to keep it a secret.”
“TJ contacted X.”
“What? Grant’s going to fucking kill him.”
“Yeah, but it’s a good thing he did. The dead guy was FBI.”
“Fuck.” This was bad.
Rogue laid a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll handle this. We’re not going to let some trigger-happy feds take us down.”
He was right. We’d fight this somehow. No way had we gotten this far only to be brought down by fucking law enforcement. This ranch was everything we’d all wanted—except for the having to babysit criminals part, but that was a price we’d all agreed to pay.
“We need to get Grant and head back to the house,” Rogue said.
I did not want to break this news to my brother, but the alternative was going to the house to grill TJ on specifics. “I’ll get Grant. I’m sure he’s still at the barn.”
“All right. I’ll see you at the house. Everything will be okay.”
Rogue was trying to convince himself as much as me. He deserved the same from me. “Yeah, it will.”
I had to give Grant and Jacob a few minutes after walking in on them with their pants down. That was just what I needed to add to an already stellar day. While we waited on them, TJ gave me and Rogue more details, then we brought Jacob and Grant up to speed.
We all agreed it was likely we had a traitor at the ranch. How else would the feds be onto us so soon after we’d opened our operation?
Jacob suggested he could be part of our plan to draw the snitch out. TJ agreed with him, but Grant threw a fit.
I didn’t like taking TJ’s side, but we could use Jacob’s help. When Grant looked to me, I steeled myself for his response. “Jacob’s plan does make sense.”
I hated how much my dick liked the smirk TJ gave me. “So you agree with me?”
“Even assholes are right occasionally.”
“You’ll eventually learn I’m right about a hell of a lot of things.”
TJ’s voice dropped in pitch as he spoke, and heat ran over me. He held my gaze, and I refused to look away. I was thankful I was seated so no one could see how potent my reaction to the bastard was.