The Homecoming Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
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I realize I had just pretty much told her I didn't want her going back to work, but what the hell, it was the truth.

Something we were going to have to deal with sooner or later, just not right now.

We both had enough on our plates without adding what was bound to be a bone of contention; that could wait for later, after I'd dealt with her asshole ex.

I got a semi promise from her, which was all I was going to get since she didn't want to lie, before hanging up.

By the time I reached my office, I still hadn't decided whether or not I was going to let anyone else in on my little side job.

I could go to Cap, he already hated the jerk after his behavior earlier, and he would back my play even without that, but I wasn't sure yet which way this thing was going to fly. I still had the Spalding boys to contend with too, shit.

Didn't Shania ever tell this fool about her brothers? Obviously not, or he wouldn't be here after what he’d done.

Unless he thought she was so afraid of him she kept it to herself, in which case I was really going to have to fuck him up, because it would take a lot to scare Shania.

I didn't see him or his partner when I made it back to the station, and Cap's door was closed.

At my desk I pulled up my notes from the scene, studied the missing persons report and anything else I had on the case. Since I wasn't sure which direction I was going in yet, I was going to have to research Boyd on my home Pc, which Derrick had rigged to keep out watchdogs.

I'm a cop yeah, but I'm not stupid. I know there're times when the law doesn't work, when justice doesn't prevail.

That's why I have my PC rigged. I like to know the truth of things, not just what someone else wants me to believe.

I was itching to pull up Carter's name and get started on him, but I couldn't do that here. Everything I did on this computer would be in their database, I couldn't take that chance. Until I knew what the hell was going on I was keeping things close to my chest.

I put it aside for now and focused on my caseload. There wasn't much, since I'd cleaned up that smuggling ring, just some loose ends that I wanted to follow up on.

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The noise through my door was a little subdued, I had no doubt my men were none too pleased about the case being handed over to the Feds, there'd be grumblings for the next few days at least.

I worked through to end of shift, with Shania never too far from my mind. I picked up the phone to call her at least ten times throughout the day, but changed my mind.

If I heard her voice, I would only be tempted to go get her, and I needed to be business as usual so as not to call too much attention to myself.

No one else here knew of her connection to Carter and I wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible.

As for the man himself, I had heard his voice going by my office about an hour ago. It had taken all my will power not to go out there and tear his head off, piece a shit.

It was going to be rough being this close to him everyday and not doing anything about it. Since there were no FBI offices here, and the closest was about fifty miles away, it made more sense for them to take over some office space in our station.

Hopefully the degenerate would stay the fuck out of my space, and I could hold onto my cool for as long as I needed to, and not fuck him up on government property.

I found myself sneaking out, so as not to run into anyone. Going straight home, I took a quick shower, grabbed a sandwich and headed to the Spalding residence, but not before setting my computer to do an in depth run on Carter and Riley simultaneously.

I called Shania on the way, to let her know I was coming. I was not going to let her out of my sight any more than I had to for the next little while.

As soon as I got there, which couldn't have been more than ten minutes later, I knew something was wrong. There were too many cars in the driveway for one thing, and I could hear raised voices coming from inside.

Heart racing, I ran to the front door, slamming it open, and barging in. A red haze formed over my eyes when I took in the scene before me.


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