Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
She growled and stood up, starting for her chair. “Did not.”
“Well, it did go through my head that maybe Hamilton got you. I think I’m paranoid. I could have sworn I heard someone moving around on the porch, but no one was there. It must have been one of you.” Jensen yawned and sank down on the third chair. “Also, I’m pretty sure we shouldn’t use the word cheating when it comes to the three of us. That’s not how it works, right? I thought we were free to fuck you whenever you agree to let us. I’m cool with that.”
Miracles did happen. “Yes, that’s the general rule. As long as it’s the three of us any pairing is fine.”
“Really?” Harlow’s lips quirked up.
“I will never say never, but I think we’re both pretty hardwired in our sexuality,” Niall explained. “I think of the two of us, I’m probably the one most likely to enjoy bottoming from time to time. If we want to experiment that way.”
Jensen grinned, looking younger in the moonlight. “Dude, I would have told you I would never, but that sounds fun. I do have things I would like to take out on your ass. I still haven’t forgiven you for the great food fight of Bonnet High.”
“It was an accident.” Niall winced. He had let Jensen take all the credit for it though. “I’m only saying it’s cool for us to talk about things we want to experiment with in the lifestyle.”
“When we can go back to a club,” Harlow said with a sigh. “Although you know if we get tired of being out here, we can stay at Sanctum. It’s got safe rooms. Apparently Big Tag’s people get into a lot of trouble. We could stay at The Club, but then we run the risk of seeing my dads in leathers, and let me tell you, it’s disturbing.”
“According to Ruby, Jack thinks this thing will be over fairly soon,” Niall pointed out. He didn’t want to move. He liked it out here. It was quiet, and if they went back to Dallas he was fairly sure she would be at a friend’s house.
“Yeah, well soon can mean different things with the feds, and we have to worry that they might decide there’s a bigger fish to fry and they make a deal with Hamilton,” Harlow pointed out.
Jensen shook his head. “I’ve studied this organization for years. Hamilton is the head. He’s trying to make some deals with other organizations like the one he made with the cartel a couple of months ago, but he hasn’t made a ton of inroads. I think he’ll have to give up too much control if he goes that route, and that’s why he’s decided to expand into Houston rather than make a deal with another group.”
“But you admit you weren’t in the inner circle.” Harlow leaned forward. “There could be a lot you don’t know.”
“I was close enough to get most of the accounting. The real accounting, that is. I managed to hack into Hamilton’s right-hand man’s system.” Jensen sat back like he was talking about the weather.
Okay, even he knew that was bad. Like not morally bad. Jensen was trying to close the organization down. But from Hamilton’s point of view, it was a damn fine reason to kill Jensen Wiley. “Does he know?”
“Does Jack have it?” Harlow asked.
A long huff came from Jensen’s chest. “No, I did not give up my potential get-out-of-jail-card for free. I keep that information on a thumb drive and no one knows where it is. It’s secure, and once I talk to that lawyer you’ve mentioned and we cut a deal, I’ll hand it over. As to Hamilton knowing about it, I doubt it. I think the hit he put out on us was for helping Miranda leave.”
“We can’t know that,” Harlow said with a whistle. “What were you waiting for? If you turned that over, you could have been out. How long have you had those?”
Oh, they were in a dangerous place. He kind of wished Jensen had stayed sleeping. They were in a good space earlier tonight, and now Niall felt the ground shifting. “I think he was trying to find a way to prove Hamilton killed his brother.”
Jensen was strangely quiet, almost preternaturally still.
“No, he wasn’t trying to prove that. He was trying to get close because justice was never enough for Jensen. Revenge was what he wanted. He wanted…wants to be the one to pull the trigger.” Harlow was on her feet again, this time pacing as she spoke. “Is the real reason you didn’t mention this because you want to see what the lawyer says or because you think there’s still a chance you can get back in?”
“Harlow, be quiet for a minute,” Jensen said softly.
“No. I’m not going to be quiet.” Her arms crossed under her breasts. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? You want to go back. All of this has been one long play to soften me up so I talk to my cousin and see if you can get back to the Hamilton investigation because you were close, weren’t you?”