Wicked Attraction (Ashby Crime Family #8) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Ashby Crime Family Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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I laughed. “But I’m just a…what did you call me? A whore? What could I possibly know that would make me dangerous to them or helpful to you? I just lay on my back for those hard cocks.”

I shook my head at her desperation. “If you need to know how the Ashby cocks taste, I’m your girl. Want to know how they prefer to be fucked and who likes a finger up the ass? I can tell you that. I can even tell you what they fucking had for dinner. Otherwise, I’m just trying to eat before my shift starts, Agent.”

Beck stared at me, gears churning in her head while she tried to find which approach might get me to slip up and say something worthwhile. She hadn’t expected me to agree with her about being a whore, about being unimportant to the Ashby family.

“I can make your life very difficult, Maureen.”

“Yeah?” I finished my food and pushed the plate away, leaning into her space. “Considering you admitted to fucking someone you’re investigating, I doubt you’ll do much. Fuck Jasper all you want. That’s your career on the line, not mine. I don’t really give a fuck. He’s a hard cock to me. Nothing more. Nothing less. But if you come in here and harass me again, I’ll be the one calling your superiors.”

She laughed. “And who do you think they’ll believe, me or some prostitute?”

I smiled slowly and stood. “Try me and find out. What do I have to lose?”

I wanted to let her in on my little secret recording, but one thing Sadie had taught me early on was never show all your cards. Ever.

“Have a nice day and get the fuck out.”

Beck stared at me for a long time, probably wondering what Jasper or Sadie had on me to garner such loyalty. Or maybe she was just trying to figure out why I wouldn’t help her. Either way, she stared long and hard. “This isn’t over.”

I smiled and waved as she stormed out of Midnight Mass. Once her government-issued sedan was out of sight, I forwarded the recording to Jasper’s phone.

Why?

Because fuck that bitch.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Jasper

“Keep your bitch away from me.”

Drama. Women came with so much fucking drama. That was why I didn’t have one.

When my phone buzzed with Mo’s number, I expected an offer of a midday blow job, maybe a repeat of the shower this morning, not an angry text message with an audio file attached.

I stared at the message for a long time, trying to figure out what or who had pissed her off in the hours between the shower and her showing up for her shift.

The waitresses were all flirty because I was the boss. The young, wealthy, single boss. They weren’t above trying to get a piece of me. Mo wasn’t the jealous type, though. Not usually.

Maybe it’s baby hormones. That had to be it. It was the only thing that made fucking sense in a world that made no sense lately.

I tapped the audio file, curious about what had pissed her off. The minute I heard Agent Beck’s voice, I heard her talk about how she fucked me and rode my cock. How we would kill Mo because she wasn’t important to the family. All kinds of bullshit that was nothing but lies.

Mo had to know they were all lies. Didn’t she?

I didn’t have time to hold her hand or deal with her emotions, not while I had a clearly insane FBI agent stalking my every move. Beck was clearly out of her fucking mind to say that shit out loud to an employee of all people. She needed to be dealt with.

Now.

I picked up the phone and called the one person I needed with me. “Terry. You around?”

He laughed. “Yeah, just pulled into the parking lot. Mo took off, but Hulu said she’s here.”

“Her shift starts in a few minutes, so she should be. Stay in the car. We’re going for a ride.”

“I’m out front.”

I was on my feet before the call ended, eager to put an end to Agent Beck and her bullshit. I grabbed my jacket because men in suits were easy to ignore in this town and made my way through the restaurant.

“Mo.”

She turned with a bored expression on her face. “Yeah?”

“Thanks.” I patted the breast pocket where I kept my phone, filled with gratitude that she was the one who gave me what I needed to get Beck off my back for good. One way or the other.

Mo shrugged and turned back to the bar where she stacked shot glasses and beer mugs on a tray. I waited a second, but she never did turn around. One more thing to deal with. Later.

“Where are we headed?” Terry pressed the gas before I could answer.

“The long stay hotel Agent Beck calls home.”


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