Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Sorry, I don’t deal in humans.” More than a bit of derision in her tone. It told everyone there what she thought of him and those in his network for doing what they did.
Dusan sidled closer, eyes wide with curiosity.
“That statement implies there’s something you do deal in.” He stroked his hand along his clean-shaven jaw.
“Maybe I’m going clean.” A small lift of her shoulders.
“Perhaps, but if that were the case you wouldn’t be with Lance. That man is far from clean.” He crossed his arms. “He doesn’t mind getting his hands bloody.”
The man at her back stiffened, not enough that those watching could see but she felt it. Even so, she didn’t react. Instead, she shrugged and leaned deeper into his chest and patted Lance’s cheek with her unarmed hand.
“He’s my man and he’s one who does what is needed. And right now, I’m in need of his cock. You’ve kept him from me for days. He has things to make up for and, believe me when I say, neither you nor your men are welcome to join in the fun.”
“You will come tomorrow for breakfast and we will find a spot for you on my crew and you will tell me how you know there are cops watching me.” He stroked his chin. “I want to make you come now.”
“So do I,” Lance grumbled, much to the amusement of all there. Even Michel eeked out a smile.
Pushing the gun in the waistband at her back, Jasmine tossed the head of the Jankovic crime family a rare smile. This was an arena she knew how to get muddy in. “I know things like that because I’m fucking good. Better, in fact. That’s why I have no record and why cops can’t catch me. I’m better than they are.” The man at her back tightened his grip once. “I don’t trust people and I never take people back to my place. We can talk if you want but I’m not riding with you, I’ll follow along with my man.”
Jasmine lifted her chin and glared at the group there. “Then afterward, I get him to myself for a full two days. I don’t want any goddamn interruptions or him needing to go save your stupid sperm over there from some other shit he’s gotten himself into.”
“Most people are scared of me.”
She was, but she’d also survived on her own after she’d been abandoned and had learned the hard way not to show fear. Jasmine blinked.
“I’m sure they are. Let’s cut to the chase, you want to know about me. I, however, don’t give a damn about you. Are we going now or do I get to go enjoy the cock that I’ve been missing because your son got grabby with his little fingers? And that resulted in him getting his pecker smacked by me so he tattled to you. Do you always fight his battles for him? I hope he’s not the one you expect to take over this business of yours. He’ll run it into the ground before you’re even cold in your casket. Or hot in the lower realm of purgatory, not sure of how you are going to be taken care of.”
He held her gaze and assessed her. “How is it you kept her from me, Lance? She is brash, yes, and totally without the respect I see in my women, but she is also not one who spends her days going to spas and spending money. She works like a man, behaves like one.”
Lance grabbed her ass and planted a kiss on her neck. She shivered as he scraped his teeth along her pulse, knowing he felt it. Holy shit that was potent, and it hadn’t even been on her mouth.
“Not all the time she doesn’t.”
All the men roared in laughter.
“I’m sure she knows how to ride your face and take your cock like a pro.”
He vibrated behind her. “You’ll never know because I’ll never share her.”
Relaxing into his ironclad hold, Jasmine sighed. “What’s it going to be?” So much for her plans of laying low.
“We will talk tomorrow. Early. You know the time and place, Lance. Let’s go home.” He snapped his fingers and as one all the men turned except for Michel. At least not until his father smacked him in the back of the head.
After another glare, one she wasn’t sure was for her or the sexy detective still curved around her like she was his everything, he stalked off after his father.
Alone in the alley once more, she angled back to him so they were face to face. She knew a siren’s smile turned up her lips, she skimmed her hand down his chest until she gripped his cock, then she squeezed until she had his attention.
Holy fuck, the man had a size on him she would love to try out. His eyes roved over her face like he had permission to eye-fuck her.