While Monica Quinn was elegantly beautiful, her daughter had a sharper edge that made her stunning in a way her mother never would be. Laikyn Quinn had a steely determination—not to mention a body made for sin—and the combination made my dick hard.
“Where’s your mother?” I asked, forgoing pleasantries and trying not to ogle the expanse of olive-gold skin that wasn’t covered by her barely there pajamas.
“Are you Rule?”
“Yes.” I raised my eyebrows. “You gonna let me in?”
“Sorry,” she said in a hushed voice, as though she was trying not to wake someone.
When Laikyn stepped out of the way, I walked in, closing the door and leaving it unlocked so Rhyan could come in when she arrived.
“Where’s your mother?” I asked again, doing my best not to stare at Laikyn’s long,longlegs. But sliding my gaze upward wasn’t much better because the tank top that hugged her breasts and trim waist didn’t quite meet the shorts, leaving a sliver of skin where the fabric didn’t touch, and my tongue itched to lick her there.
“In the parlor.”
She gestured in that direction, but I wasn’t interested in talking to Monica. Not yet.
“Show me what happened.”
Laikyn frowned.
I waited patiently for her to get with the program. When she finally started walking, heading for the stairs, I fell into step. I kept my eyes on her bare feet as we ascended to the second floor, wondering if I’d ever seen feet as sexy as hers. Her toenails were painted a glittery purple, and while I wasn’t fond of the color, it worked for her.
Laikyn’s pace slowed as we reached a doorway halfway down the hall on the right.
“They’re in there,” she said, her voice wobbling slightly.
“They?”
She swallowed and nodded. “The dead people.”
Well, that answered what the situation was.
“Stay here,” I told her before walking into the room.
“It’s gruesome,” she muttered.
I didn’t bother telling her it was likely nothing I hadn’t seen before. No sense in traumatizing her more.
I flipped on the lights so I could get a good look at the scene. I could smell the blood before I even walked in, so I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty.
It wasn’t.
On the bed was a young—probably early thirties—Asian woman. She was naked and very dead.
Since Laikyn had explicitly statedthey—meaning more than one—I glanced around for another person. I slipped into the en suite bathroom but came up empty. I was walking back toward the door, intending to get more information from Laikyn, when I noticed the way the bedspread was pulled down, like someone had grabbed onto it as they slid off the mattress. I walked over and peered at the floor.
And this one makes two.
A middle-aged male with a knife protruding from his chest stared up through sightless eyes.
Not the worst I’d ever seen, that was for sure.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Rhyan as I returned to the hall to find Laikyn leaning against the far wall. She had one foot propped on the wall, her toes curled under. She was attempting to mask her expression, but I could tell she was freaked out. I didn’t blame her. She shouldn’t even be here right now.
Rhyan answered on the first ring. “Yeah, boss? I’m five minutes out.”
“Use the garage.”
