Selena
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand up straight. After that, baby girl, I’ll do it again.”Dear God, I hadn’t been able to rid myself of the hunk’s salacious words or the husky tone of his voice. I could still feel the man’s fingers dancing across my skin after the hours that had passed.
“No, Jenny. I am not lying to you,” I said into the phone, my fingers crossed from the blatant lie, my pulse still racing. Jenny had bugged me relentlessly the day before and was starting again bright and early on Monday morning in her attempt to get me to spill my guts. She had the instincts of a lion, certain I was lying to her. I wasn’t entirely certain why I wasn’t coming clean, although I’d never considered myself a one-night stand kind of woman, even making fun of girls who engaged in such sordid proclivities. “Uh-huh. You forget I know you too well, girlfriend,” Jenny huffed. “I will get the sexy, blazing truth out of you. My spideysense tells me that you were with a hot man. Admit it. Come on. It will do your soul some good.” “There’s nothing to talk about and my soul is just fine.” As I moved into the kitchen, I realized my soul might be tinged a little darker today after the filthy sin I’d committed on Saturday night. Joshua had fucked me two more times, shocking me not only with his libido but his endurance as well. We’d shared drinks. He’d fed me fruit ordered from room service. We’d even taken a hot shower together, finally collapsing in bed somewhere around three in the morning. But as expected, he’d left without asking my name or my phone number. I kept telling myself that was just fine, that the last thing I needed was a rebound romance after Matt, but every time I moved, I was reminded of the hunky man. Including my still aching bottom. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a cinnamon twist coffee pod, popping it into my Keurig machine before heading to the kitchen television. I flicked on the news, which is what I’d done every morning, something that had annoyed the fuck out of Matt. Unless, of course, I switched on whatever sports team he’d become fanatical over. Then it was okay to have distractions in the background. God, to think I’d cared about the man was nuts. We didn’t agree on anything. And Lordy, he hadn’t been as passionate as my mystery man even once. Not once. He also hadn’t been built like the sexy alpha male either. Why was I even bothEricag to think about my former pain in the ass was beyond me. I could now state under oath that getting under someone could indeed allow you to get over him. “Liar, liar, pants on fire,” Jenny purred. “I’m not wearing any pants.” Jenny snorted. “That’s it. I’m coming over and bringing wine and your favorite ice cream tonight. I might even throw in those bagels and cream cheese you like from that Irish bakery near me.” “Trying to ply me with bribes?” I noticed the station was recapping a news bulletin from the evening before and sighed. If I had to guess, I’d say there’d been another brutal murder in the heart of Louisville. They’d been increasing the last few months, word on the street the horrific bloodshed was being caused by an Irish mafia syndicate that had stepped foot into the city and surrounding area. Fortunately, I’d yet to be tasked with dealing with anyone within the organization as one of several high-volume prosecutors. I hoped that trend continued. I had enough on my plate at this point. “A girl has to do what she has to do to get the goods.” “You are one bad girl, Jenny. Do you know that?” “Why you love me, sugar britches. Seven-thirty okay?” What the hell? Maybe time spent with my bestie would be the icing on the cake of getting over Matt. Maybe we could burn his stuff. Oh, yeah. He hadn’t left anything there. Damn it. I wouldn’t mind having a little bonfire in the backyard. “Sure. But there’s no story to tell, unless you want me to go into play by play about the cute bartender.” “Incorrigible. Fine. See you tonight.” Laughing, I ended the call, tossing my phone on the counter and grabbing a mug from the clean dishwasher. I’d no sooner pouredcoffee and added creamer when my phone rang again. Given it was barely six-thirty in the morning, I expected it to be from Jenny, trying one last time. When I noticed the call was from my boss, I stiffened. She never called unless it was urgent or there was bad news. “Christine. Good morning. I hope you had a good weekend?” “Better than some,” she said. My boss was a take no shit kind of woman in her early fifties, rising to fame early in her career. That’s one reason I liked working for her, her attitude and diligence inspiring. There was a push for her to run for office, but she’d remained determined to fight the good fight in Louisville. “I hope that means you’re okay.” “I’m perfectly fine but my week started early with a call from the chief of police. Four o’clock this morning to be exact. As you well know, I don’t appreciate my mornings being interrupted.” That was one thing my boss had made perfectly clear since the day she’d hired me. “What’s going on?” I took a sip of coffee, glancing at the television screen once again. The headline was clear, two brutal murders occurring in the most fashionable residential areas in Louisville. Crimes were committed everywhere. Maybe that was because everyone had a secret, something they kept locked behind a virtual padlock. I’d lived what some would consider a fairytale life, including my early years living in what so many considered a paradise location. There were days I missed the simplicity of living in a rural town in Hawaii where everyone knew each other and crimes were almost nonexistent. Sadly, that wasn’t the real world, and I certainly couldn’t live in fantasyland for the rest of my life. “Well, it would seem we might have a mafia war on our hands. Two rival syndicates, including the Irish mob leader from right here in Louisville. That can’t happen. It’s an election year.” “How do you know it’s a rival syndicate?” Christine half laughed. “Because within these societies, security is more impressive than Fort Knox. No one gets in or out without being guarded or someone well known to the family. Plus, word on the street had been troublesome as of late, my closest informants suggesting Louisville was ripe for the picking.” I found it fascinating the woman scoured the streets, using little more than thugs that she paid cash to with her own money to remain informed. She should have been in law enforcement instead of prosecution. Maybe her angry determination regarding this particular case meant she was planning on running for office after all. From what I’d learned over the last couple of years, almost every candidate running for a high-powered office used the promise of ridding the streets of organized crime. It was a huge ticket item. The thought made me laugh since so many families involved in organized crime were actually upstanding, tax-paying citizens. Maybe she knew something I didn’t know. Her words echoed as the scene on the screen continued to unfold. “O-kay. Do the police have any leads on the killer?”“Fortunately, yes, and they made an easy arrest, the man’s fingerprints were found in several locations inside the Voltair home. They got lucky on this one. The man responsible was already arrested.”
Oh, shit. I thought I’d recognized the house where the bodies were found. It was the estate of Ronald and Fiona Voltair. Hewas considered one of the most powerful men in Kentucky given his standing as the leader of the mob. He was also untouchable, or least he had been, his friends including several members of Congress. No wonder the police chief had called, putting our department on high alert. We’d be pressured into getting a guilty verdict as quickly as possible. While I knew very little about the organization, I knew enough to know Ronald’s brother, Liam, wouldn’t let the deaths go without retaliation. The entire case could get messy as fuck for both the city and our office. Thankfully, an arrest had been made, although I was shocked it had been that easy. Members of organized crime were extremely careful not to leave evidence of any kind, which was why so few were arrested, even fewer convictions upheld. “A slam dunk,” I mused. “What do you need me to do?” “Prosecute the case, but it’s high profile given the man arrested is wealthy, powerful, and influential, his attorney already breathing down the police’s necks and inundating my office with calls. And no, I’ve yet to speak with him. I’ve been overwhelmed with calls from everyone including the press, and the police chief is hoping our involvement will calm the waters. Just remember that the press is all over this. Do not say anything to them at this point.” “I can see that and don’t worry. I know how to navigate the press. Okay. I’ll rally up and get into the office.” The fact everyone was being tight-lipped about this fascinated me. It also sent up a red flag. I’d never known Christine to hide anything from me but there was a first time for everything. “I hate this shit,” she muttered. “Any idea when the murders took place?” “The bodies weren’t found until yesterday and the ME has yet to release her report, but from the level of rigor mortis, the guess is the event took place sometime on Saturday night.” Saturday night. “Who found them?”“Ronald’s brother.”Fuck. I’d heard enough about Liam Voltair to know he was one bad dude.“Why don’t you stop by the precinct where our suspect is being held before heading to the office this morning. I think it would be a good idea for you to get a feel of what we’re dealing with,” Christine said. Her suggestion was more of a command. However, there was a strange tone in her voice, an edge I didn’t normally hear.Why did I have the distinct feeling she was purposely keeping something from me? Her request was out of the ordinary to say the least. The last thing I wanted to do was to question her. That was one huge no-no, and everyone knew it. Especially when she was in a terse mood, which she certainly was right now. “I can do that.”“Good. I knew I could count on you. I’ll send you as many of the particulars as I’ve been provided, which isn’t much up to this point. The police are being tight-lipped as you might imagine. By the time you arrive, his attorney should be in town. Just be
JoshuaThere was nothing more beautiful in my mind than a woman in a suit, especially a power suit in red. It indicated she was powerful. Self-confident. Alluring. Someone who knew exactly how to use the power God had given her as a stunning woman.And she took my breath away even though I was in shackles, treated like a fucking animal. That didn’t deter the hunger that immediately rushed into my system or the burning need I noticed in her eyes.I gave the prosecuting attorney a nod and nothing more, refusing to show anything other than practiced indifference. I was no fool. I wouldn’t publicly out her. In truth, I realized that with the lovely blonde as the prosecutor, perhaps my luck that had followed me most of my life would remain intact. However, as soon as the shock of recognition started to fade, I sensed she was shutting down, refusing to acknowledge ourintense connection, an electricity that I was surprised the two Neanderthal officers in the room couldn’t detect.I remained
Her words almost made me laugh. I eased back, breaking the tense but delicious moment.“Ms. Barrios, I’ve never been charged with a single crime for a very specific reason. I’m a businessman, my corporation worth billions of dollars. But I’m certain you already know that. However, I wouldn’t have amassed such wealth if I hadn’t gathered enemies along the way.”“Is that what Mr. Voltair and his wife were, enemies?”“Hardly. I didn’t know them.”“Then why were your fingerprints found inside their home?” She gave me a wry look, as if she’d discovered a dark secret.“I had a meeting with Ronald, a business meeting. My fingerprints were obviously found because the man was generous enough to offer me a drink, show me through his fabulous estate. I’m certain Mr. Voltair had a calendar of appointments, which will allow you to check for accuracy. I arrived at five in the afternoon and left somewhere in the vicinity of six-thirty on Saturday evening. From there, I traveled to my hotel where I p
“You are well aware that it was necessary,” I answered, aware of the concern in his voice. He might not be the warmest man, but he adored his two sons and always had. “I don’t like to lose in business or in pleasure. However, if it will make you feel any better, both my Capos are on their way and Baron is currently standing by my side.”“That’s not enough,” he barked again. “Do you have any idea what happened? I want to head there myself to hunt the fucker down.”“Not yet and you need to remain exactly where you are.”“Do you even have an alibi?” Pops pressed, exhaling in exasperation.I glanced at Baron, who had no problem sucking down my expensive scotch while listening intently. “Actually, yes, I do. A solid one.”“Then I suggest you use it so you can get back to business. We have far too much going on. New worlds to conquer, my boy.”My father often forgot he’d been retired for years, leaving the helm to his firstborn. I couldn’t blame him. He wasn’t the kind of man to enjoy a goo
Selena“I can read your thoughts, can smell your longing for what only I can give you.”The bastard’s words had lingered in my mind the entire day. Even worse, he’d been right. Joshua James had ceremoniously attempted to terrify and entice me at the same time, his possessiveness evident in everything about him.His attire.His demeanor.His gestures.The way he’d looked at me, as if I’d fall to my knees should he point to the floor, should be disturbing as hell. Maybe it was the fact he was years older than me that kept me in limbo. Or simply his ridiculously sexy body.“Girl. You need to get a grip.”I could swear his scent lingered on my skin when he hadn’t touched me inside that interrogation room. But dear God, I’d wanted him to. What did that make me? Sick. Twisted. There were other more caustic phrases I could use to describe my actions, my thoughts, and my desires.Shaking, I couldn’t seem to get warm, even though I’d turned up the heat to full blast inside my car. I was losing
Look out, world. I couldn’t imagine how she’d be with kids. I headed for the set of double doors, preparing myself for the stench of formaldehyde. I usually gagged when entEricag. Maybe the continuous rush of adrenaline from seeing Joshua was preventing me from doing so this time.That I couldn’t get the man out of my mind was a telling statement of how much trouble I was truly in. If my boss found out I’d slept with the man, I had a feeling she’d fire me on the spot, whether or not she believed me that I hadn’t known who he was.I found Victoria with her elbow-length gloves on, her hands wrists deep inside a victim. She was listening to rock music while performing her task, even swaying a little in time to the drumbeat.I stood watching her for a few seconds as she removed an organ, placing it almost lovingly in a metal pan. I had to turn my head away, the thought of gagging on my bright red pumps not a good picture in my mind. When I finally cleared my throat, she laughed.“I knew y
Selena“How’s that blouse now, Selena?”Jesus. I couldn’t shake Joshua’s words or his face. Even the music I’d selected, heavy metal music to be exact, had done almost nothing.I was jumpy, more than usual so when I heard a sharp rap on the door, I almost yelped in surprise. After taking a deep breath, I headed into the foyer.“I saw you on the news,” Jenny said as soon as I opened my door. Her smile made me cringe all over again.“Nice to see you too,bestie.” I jerked the bag holding the wine out of her hand, leaving her to close the door behind her. The day had been arduous, my office phone ringing off the hook. I was thankful my cellphone was kept a secret from almost everyone or it would still be ringing off the hook.“Hey, I watch television. You don’t appear happy at all in the shots. But you did look fabulous in red, darling.” When I threw her another hateful look, she rolled her eyes.“How could anyone be happy while being bombarded by sharks and piranhas?”I’d tried everythin
I wasn’t the kind of woman to take it sitting down, nor was I eager to face the cold reality regarding the case against Joshua. It would seem he was being railroaded. I knew he couldn’t have committed the crime. But I’d yet to determine how to handle the damning situation and another full day had passed.As I left the police station for the second time in three days, I almost lifted my middle finger. The egregious thought wasn’t my usual reaction to detectives or any member of law enforcement, but the two detectives had all but laughed at my questions as well as balked at the possibility that someone else was involved.Even after I’d grilled the pompous detectives on the two other victims, they’d acted as if I had no clue what I was talking about. Victoria had been right in that the MOs were the same, including the angle of the knife used, which in my mind was a further indication that Joshua wasn’t responsible. The personwas shorter by several inches, unless they’d been sitting down,