Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
“I’ll want to chat with Santé too. Find out if we have any recent photos of Patrick to show Jilly.”
Victor nodded. “Oh, and that other scumbag you wanted is in custody. He’ll be here and ready by tomorrow.”
Who?
Actually she was probably better off not knowing.
Regent pushed his chair back. Then he crooked a finger at her, before pointing at the floor in front of him.
Uh-oh.
Time to pay the piper.
“Are you mad?” she asked as she rose and stood between his spread legs.
“Why would I be mad, sweet girl?”
“Because, I, um . . . because I won’t let you burn the club down?”
“I’m not mad.” He grasped hold of her hips. His fingers squeezed her ass cheeks which were still a bit tender from last night.
“It’s crazy to burn a whole building down just because I chose to do something you don’t agree with. Especially when we weren’t even seeing each other.”
“Oh, so you’re saying I should punish you instead?”
Well, that wasn’t what she was saying exactly, but if it made him feel better . . .
She was a giver, after all.
“I guess.”
He grunted. “No, I won’t do that either. I know I’m turning my anger to the wrong places. But I fucking hate that you had to do that.”
Suddenly, he lifted her onto his lap and held her tightly. She clasped her arms around his neck and breathed out a sigh of relief.
Everything was going to be fine.
And for once, she started to believe it.
47
Lowell was hanging from the ceiling by a rope around his wrists. It was obvious that the boys hadn’t been too gentle when they’d brought him in.
He was banged up with a swollen eye and bruises over his bare chest. He was stripped down to his boxers and coated in sweat.
And, oh, awesome, he’d pissed himself.
Well, that was to be expected, considering he’d been here a while. Regent had a few things to take care of tonight before coming here. Including questioning Santé about Patrick McMahon.
He actually thought Santé was telling the truth when he swore that he didn’t know him. And Regent had decided not to burn his club down.
For now.
Victor had sent the guy they’d had trailing Kimmy to grab her from her apartment. Disturbingly, he’d found her body in the bathroom. It looked like she’d overdosed on sedatives.
But Regent wasn’t sure that was the truth.
Victor had found a photo of Patrick from a few years back and while she wasn’t entirely certain, Jilly thought that he was Trip. His girl was doing a bit better. But she still had shadows in her eyes. Sasha’s betrayal had really rocked her. And then learning about Kimmy’s death had added to her pain.
He guessed that might be why she was acting oddly. She was dressing in new clothes, though they didn’t really seem to suit her. And she’d stopped touching him as much . . . at least outside the bedroom. No running at him when he got home nor throwing herself into his arms. Or insisting that he tell her goodbye before he left the house.
It was odd.
And that worried him. For some reason, she wasn’t confiding in him. Was it what had happened with Sasha? Or was it more than that?
Did she need something from him that he wasn’t giving her? Regent hated to think that he wasn’t giving her whatever she needed.
All he wanted was for Jilly to be happy and settled. He just needed to figure out how to make that happen. Maybe she simply needed time.
However, he wasn’t sure that was it.
He missed the way she’d run to him. How she’d seem so happy to see him. The way she’d barge into his office without knocking.
Yeah . . . he especially missed that part.
Unfortunately, right now, he had something else to concentrate on.
“Lowell Jackson or should I call you Brad Duncan? Or Lyle Jones? Bruno Daniels? Bruno? Really?”
“What do you want? Who are you?”
“Well, Lowell, I’m someone you don’t want to mess with. And, unfortunately for you, you messed with me.”
“I don’t even know you! How could I have messed with you?”
“Ahh, but you know who Jilly Crane is, don’t you?”
Lowell blanched. “This is about Jilly?”
“This is about Jilly. My Jilly.”
“I’ll give her all the money back, I promise. Just let me go! You can’t do this! I’ll be missed.”
“Aww, Lowell, that’s where you’re wrong. No one will miss you. Because no one knows the real you, do they? Kenny Malcolm?”
“You know my real name?”
“I know everything about you, Kenny. Where you grew up, who your family are, when you were born. And I even know the day of your death. Today.”
The other man started crying as Regent stepped back and Basilien moved forward.
Basilien had some rage issues.
Beating on assholes helped him work through them.
Regent worked through his rage by putting a bullet in the asshole’s head once Basilien was done.