“What was that?”Thorsten asks.
Clearing my throat, I say, “I need you to put Lenz on a search for information.”
“Name?”is all Thorsten fires back.
“Gideon Wilton or his father, Dudley Wilton.Make sure he grabs a recent picture of Gideon and have him do his magic on the dark web or anywhere to search for a video with that fucker.We think they’re running some kind of auction; the highest bid gets a live stream to a snuff movie where their fantasy will be played out.”
“What the actual fuck,” Thorsten growls.“Are we taking over?”
“No.”I glance over my shoulder to make sure I’m alone and out of earshot.“Not yet.”
“Building a case?”
“Definitely.Keep everything under wraps.For now, Holland wants to deal with those Wilton fuckers.Apparently, Holland, being the asshole he is, knew something wasn’t right with those fucks and arranged a marriage between Gideon and Lu.”
“What the actual fuck,” Thorsten growls again.
I keep going, “Lu had a bad feeling about her fresh new fiancé and decided to follow him home.Then, when the fucker was home, he came home again.She went in to check on the body double, saw the snuff video shit with her own eyes.She took one Gideon out.Hours later there’s a rumor...there was an assassinationattempton Gideon’s life.”
“What the actual fuck,” Thorsten repeats.
“Can you stop throwing out that line?It doesn’t hold a punch when you keep saying it over and over.”
My prez snorts.“Well, stop saying crazy shit then.”
“I’ve said all I needed to say.Except for the fact that I need your word we’re keeping Lu out of all this.”
Silence is my answer this time.I would have preferred it if he threw out another “what the actual fuck,” because it would have been better.
His voice is sharp and has lost all humor when he states, “Are you asking me what I think you’re telling me?”
Fuck.My balls are on the line here.“Holland fucked her over with this arranged marriage.She came to me for help.”
“The ‘she’ in question is a damn assassin, VP,” Thorsten grumbles.“The government can’t link shit to either of them, but if he goes down so does she.Nothing we can do to stop it.”
A sigh rips from me.This was something I knew the second Lu stepped into my room.
“Still,” I press.
“Fine.But we’re not hanging the club out to dry because your cock likes her special warm hole.”
“What the actual fuck,” I roar.
“That’s my line, VP.So, think about that shit,” is all Thorsten says before he disconnects the call.
Pulling the phone from my ear, I glance down and keep cursing at the damn thing.
“Everything okay?”Lu’s voice is right behind me.
I whirl around to face her and notice her slightly red eyes as if she’s been crying.
“I should probably ask you that question,” I rumble and step closer to cup the side of her face.Anger is in my voice when I grit, “What did he say?”
She snuggles close and places her head on my chest.“It’s fine.We talked.Everything is fine.”
Yeah, right.Whenever a chick says it’s fine?It means quite the opposite.For now, I don’t press the issue and simply hold her, hoping we both can enjoy our closeness for a little while longer.The conversation I just had with my president clearly resulted in the knowledge of losing her sooner than I thought.
