He was right, but I wasn’t sure how he knew that. It wasn’t like I took the time to write outesquirenext to each one of them who qualified for it.
“He’s in finance. Or he was. Before he disappeared.” I shrugged. Like I said, a lot of people disappeared in this city. We didn’t have a hand in all of them. Maybe half.
Bugs brought the list closer to his face, reading off the names in his head. His mouth always moved a little when he wasreading to himself. “They all have a connection to Prescott R&D, don’t they?” he asked.
Prescott R&D was the company Bossman’s brother owned before the wife took over and the bossman took overhis brother’s wife. It wasn’t called that anymore. But some name changes were slower to catch on than others. Especially names that had been around longer than most of us had been alive. The Prescotts were one of the first families to settle in the city, and once they got here, they never really left.
I wouldn’t have left either if I had my hand in everything like they had. It was too lucrative.
“How did you know?” I cocked an eyebrow, and then immediately uncocked it. “Oh, right…”
I’d almost forgotten about Bugs’s little undercover operation. The one and only time the bossman sent the chronic jerker in instead of me. He’d claimed it was because he was worried his wifey would recognize my ass. I think he was just afraid I would try to fuck her. He wasn’t wrong. I probably woulda tried just to see if I could.
“I remember the last guy.” Bugs tapped on the bottom of the paper. “Emmy was making a spreadsheet on how his numbers didn’t add up.”
“Before or after he disappeared?”
Bugs glanced down at the paper again, then up at me. “Before, I think.”
I nodded once and pointed to the stack of cash. “See what else you can find and keep it quiet or…”
“Or what?”
I tucked my hands into my hoodie and lifted a shoulder. “Dunno yet. I haven’t decided. But it won’t be good.”
I turned and walked away, letting the threat hang in the air.
Sure, telling someone exactly what you were willing to do to them was scary. Sometimes. But leaving them to wonder about it? To obsess about all the possibilities? That was torture.
CHAPTER SEVENTY
BELLATRIX
DAY 35
Iliked this. This was good. This was quiet. Relaxing. Thigh-quivering.
I moved my hips back and forth again, riding Casper’s face and muffling whatever nonsense he was trying to toss in whenever he opened his mouth to do something other than lick up the mess he’d made.
I didn’t need any help from the peanut gallery. I’d been getting myself off long before he came around. Long before I’d even seen my first dick up close. He was just the tool I was using to help me at the moment. Like an electric toothbrush or a vibrator. Or when I was really horny, the dryer set to heavy-duty tumble mode.
He tugged on his arms, which were stretched out to his sides and secured to the bedposts with the cuffs we’d swiped from that dead woman’s supply of sex toys we’d discovered holed up in her closet. She’d been into some weird shit. Or I guess her marriedboyfriend—now equally-as-dead ex—had been into some weird shit.
We’d left the adult diapers and pacifiers behind for the cops to sort through. If they even bothered.Something told me they wouldn’t.And tucked the cuffs and a stack of cash into our bag before clearing the scene.
Usually I wasn’t a fan of taking hand-me-downs from a dead person, especially where used sex toys were involved, but cuffs seemed like a safe bet. People didn’t tend to fuck a pair of cuffs, just get fucked while wearing them. And I finally understood why.
It was nice not having someone grope you up in the wrong places. Nicer to be able to do whatever you wanted to them without them being able to do anything about it. Though Casper didn’t seem all that bothered by the situation or the fact I could easily reach across and grab the gun on the nightstand, jab it into his temple, and shoot him again.
The dumbass meant it when he said he wasn’t afraid of dying. It was almost as if he were daring it to happen.
I took a deep breath, grabbing on to the headboard with both hands, and lifted up on my knees. Grinding on his nose and dragging my pussy down to his lips while he licked and lapped and sucked. His tongue doing that thing where he flattened it out and then curled it up inside me.
I threw my head back, like I always did when I was at that point of no return. The point where I might actually stab him if I didn’t come. And squeezed his head with my thighs. Using the motion to bounce myself up and down on his face. The extra friction of his wet lips and flicking tongue exactly what I needed to push me past that point and send me flying. My toes curling behind me and sweat dripping down my forehead and getting lost in my hair.
I let out a loud laugh and then squealed when he started sucking on my clit. The overstimulation sending me scrambling off his shoulders and down to the foot of the bed.
“You’re an asshole,” I huffed. Mostly because my breathing still hadn’t returned to normal.
