Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
It all sounded like shit I’d done when I was eighteen, but I wasn’t that reckless now. I couldn’t be. Yet I’d invited Zach into my house, knowing what he was.
Maybe I could go back to the warehouse and destroy the footage. Except I was sure there was a backup. I’d have to hope for the best.
I pushed away from the window, walked into the kitchen, poured myself an extra-large whiskey, and drank about half of it in one go.
I was going to need the whole bottle to stop thinking about how I’d lost my mind. A government agent? A fucking government agent. Could it get any worse? It didn’t matter what agency he was with; he could ruin everything. Including me in the best way.
And fuck if I didn’t want more right that second.
How was I going to keep his identity from my family? Remington eventually found out everything, and Dante already knew I’d caught Zach cheating at the casino. If he knew everything, he’d rat me out to Lorenzo, and they’d wreck everything I was working toward.
Dante had called several times while I’d been busy letting Zach fuck my brains out, then freaking out about how damn good it had been. I needed to call him back before he did something drastic like show up here again, but what the fuck was I going to say? He knew X had cleared the guy, but that wouldn’t be enough if he thought Zach was using me.
He wasn’t. I was using him. Right? Or maybe we were using each other. Either way, I was fine. I didn’t need Dante or Lorenzo or anyone else coming to the rescue.
X knew Zach was a fed, didn’t he? He had too. No matter what kind of secretive, deep-off-the-grid, black ops maneuvers Zach was involved in, X would know. Was that why he’d told me to stay away?
Yeah, no shit.
My own brain was laughing at me. I was a fucking idiot.
I took another drink, letting the alcohol burn its way down my throat. I wished it could scorch away the memory of what I’d done with Zach. Or, better yet, sear away my desire for him altogether. Why the fuck was it the best sex I’d ever had?
I enjoyed sucking guys off when it felt right, but I’d never wanted to fucking worship a guy’s cock like that. If he’d kept fucking my mouth, I might’ve come hands-free from his cock in my throat.
Who does things like that?
But now I had to face reality, one of my least favorite things.
Remington had given me an assignment, and I’d told him I could handle it. I wished I’d actually been as confident as I tried to sound. I resented that Ivanov had sent someone into the casino, thinking he could infiltrate us there because I was the weakest link. I’d been determined to prove I was better than that, but I’d just fucked a man who could rain hell down on my family. We’d beat him if we had to, but we didn’t need that fight.
Xavier told you he was safe.
He also told me to stay away from him.
If he thought Zach was going to turn your family over to the feds, he would’ve had him eliminated before you could blink.
That was true, but when I told Remington I could handle this, I’d assumed I’d have the family’s resources at my disposal. Now I was on my own unless I wanted to explain my arrangement with Zach.
I could tell Dante. He wouldn’t run to Remington, but I was the baby brother screwup. I was already known for putting the needs of my dick before everything else. I refused to solidify that reputation any more.
I was going to have to do this with only Zach’s help. I hoped he had better hacking skills than I did. I could charm anyone in person, but stalking people online? Not my thing. And I was a hell of a lot better going on instinct than analyzing data. I might have to learn some things really fucking fast because I was not about to admit what I’d agreed to, not even to Dante.
You really think you can keep a secret from your brothers? They expect you to tell them everything.
Not everything. They never wanted any details about my hookups, no matter how good they were. And Zach was damn good.
Fucking bastard with his magic cock. How did he know I wanted to be on my knees? Why did I freak out? I could have kept him here, taken him to bed, and found out what else he wanted to do to me.
Maybe you didn’t do that because you actually have an ounce of sense.
Maybe Zach wouldn’t show up at the casino, then I might tell Dante everything. Except I couldn’t stand to see my brother disappointed in me again.