Diabolique Read Online Jordan Silver

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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
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“What are we going to do about this place? I can’t get the smell out.”

“I’ll think of something. Don’t call maintenance again. We don’t want them to start asking questions.”

“I thought you said he never comes here.”

“He doesn’t. There’s no reason to.”

“Maybe we should find a new one.”

“No way, he’s the biggest fish we’ve gone after. We could retire with the payday from this one. No more chum change; we’re talking millions. He’d pay out the ass to keep this quiet because of his clientele. None of them would want this known, trust me. Just get into his pants once, just once.”

“What about the picture we took?”

“That’s not enough, and besides, you were the one hugging him. The look on his face isn’t one of pleasure but surprise and unease. Any judge worth his salt would throw that shit out.”

She pouted like she was offended. At least he had a better angle; I couldn’t see Mark’s face in the picture I took. I turned it off after he left. Now, all I need to do is figure out how our friend knew Jack and why he’d been recommended. I won’t make a move until I know all the players in this game.

There was only one person I could trust with this and I had no idea where he was right now. Marcus is an old family friend that I've known for as long as I’ve known my husband. The two men had met in some out-of-the-way place halfway across the world when my husband got himself kidnapped along with the tour group somewhere in Colombia.

Since then, Mark has kept up with his old friend whenever he was stateside, which wasn’t often, but I knew of no one else I could trust with this. He’s been there for every christening and graduation of my kids and was best man at our wedding, so I know that if anyone would know how best to navigate this situation so that it didn’t come back to bite my husband in the ass, Marcus Blair is it.

If I just wanted to run them off, I could handle this myself, but knowing Marcus, he’d do way more than that, and that’s what I want. I don’t want these two to do this to anyone else ever again, and not for nothing, but everyone else I know is too vanilla for what I have in mind.

I need to remove them without making waves. If I go after them legally, our company will suffer once word gets out that we’ve hired people like this. But if I get Marcus involved, there’s a good bet that they’d never be heard from again. I can live with that.

It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be to get in touch; it was as simple as dialing his number. He answered on the first ring. “Britt? What’s wrong? Is it the kids? Mark?”

“No, nothing like that, but I might need your help. Is that… is that gunfire? Where are you?”

“Darfur!”

“Dar…. Call me when you’re free.”

“I’m free now. Give me a quick rundown.”

“Oh, okay, well, I have this situation.” I gave him the bare bones and felt stupid for interrupting his serious work with my petty drama.

“Don’t do anything until I get there. Give me three days.” He hung up before I could answer. But why did he sound so serious? Was this more important than I thought? No, knowing Marcus, he sees everything through warped lenses. Nothing is ever small in his world.

I went to bed feeling less stressed and hugged my husband from behind, knowing that I was going to protect him with everything I’d got.

CHAPTER 9

“Babe, you called Marcus?”

“What? How did you know?”

“He called me.”

“What did he say?” That snitch. If I wanted my husband to know I would’ve told him.

“Did you really think I didn’t know what they were up to?”

“You knew? What the heck?”

“I knew what you were up to as well, but I didn’t expect you to call in the big dog.”

“How did you know what I was up to?”

“Baby, I always know where you are.”

“You always say that, but I don’t believe you.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He scrolled through his photos and held one out for me to see. “What am I looking at here?”

“That’s you in your car just before you followed Jessica the day she hugged me on the street.”

My mouth fell open in shock. “I’m very proud of you, by the way.”

“Proud about what?” I pouted because he’d stolen my thunder. He sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, and my heart and places south jumped.

“You went into fight mode. Now I know that if something really happened to me, you’d have my back.” He deepened the kiss, and I was ready to give it up when he pulled away.


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