Wicked Sinner (Dangerous Love 2)

At that, Rhett cocked his head. “And you said that this killer’s wife ended up with money in her account. How do they explain that?”

Boone gave a knowing look. “A charity from overseas helping out single mothers.”

“Unbelievable,” Asher said, and took another long sip of his beer, washing back his frustrations. Criminals were often smart. Too smart. Though the more he thought about it, the more he realized that’s where they had the advantage. “From what you gathered on King, if Remy came up with the money, would you trust that he’d back off?” he asked Boone.

Boone paused to consider. He eventually said, “I can’t say for certain, but I can bet you that money is on his books somewhere. It’s clean. An investment. He wants payment.”

That was a relief. “There’s just one thing about all this that doesn’t add up,” Asher said, glancing between the men. “King is a multi-millionaire. Why does he care so desperately to get two hundred grand? It’s incredibly risky, going after Remy with her ties to us, all for what he must view as pocket change.”

Rhett slowly nodded. “The thought has crossed my mind too.”

“It’s something we shouldn’t ignore,” Boone said. “We need to expect the unexpected with King. He’s thinking ahead, I assure you of that.”

Which meant they needed to think one step ahead of King. “All right, for now our only focus is keeping Remy safe, are we in agreement about that?”

Rhett nodded.

“Of course,” Boone said.

“I want Lars in jail,” Asher said hurriedly. “I want him to understand what happens when he frightens one of ours.”

“I’m not disagreeing with you,” Rhett said.

“Ideas?” Boone asked.

Asher gazed at the bright half-moon before addressing Boone again. “If what you say is true about King, then he’s not our target here. We leave King to the Whitby Falls organized crime department already dealing with him. We don’t want to make him an enemy unless it’s necessary, not with Remy involved.”

“I’m with you on that,” Boone agreed. “Which means, she needs to give back the money.”

Asher nodded. “That’s the only option here. We also can’t hide this. We’ll need to go to the district attorney and tell her about what Remy has done.”

“The DA isn’t going to do shit with Remy,” Rhett said, then held up his hand. “But, to play it safe, I agree, it’s best to have full disclosure.”

“It keeps this clean, which my father will appreciate,” Boone said to Rhett, then added to Asher, “Now all we need to figure out is how to settle Remy’s score with King and make this all go away.”

“I have a solution to that.” At the arched brows surrounding him, Asher explained the thought that came to him the second he stepped outside. “Her inheritance.”

Boone frowned.

Rhett blinked in confusion. “Doesn’t she have to be married to get access to that…” He slowly whistled. “Damn, brother, I hope you know what you’re doing.”

Asher snorted a dry laugh. “That bad of an idea, huh?”

“The worst idea ever,” Rhett stated.

Boone agreed with a nod. “Terrible.”

Asher glanced between the two men he considered to be his brothers. “It’s also the only idea we’ve got.”

Chapter 20

Later into the night, Asher had only given Remy a quick look before silently waiting for everyone to leave his house. Remy knew Asher, but she couldn’t tell if he was angry anymore. Obviously over the years he’d learned how to shut off his emotions. A skill he’d probably mastered in the FBI. That was a new thing for Asher, making her see how many new things there was to him now. He wasn’t that young kid who had stolen her heart, then crushed it; he was a man now. One who kept bailing her out of every situation she landed herself in, and yet, she could still see that their time apart made them better. Both of them. Stronger, for sure. “I’m sorry,” she said, the moment he shut the door and locked it behind all their friends.

“No, I’m sorry I got so angry,” Asher said softly, and turned back to her, hitting her with his emotion-packed eyes.

“It’s okay,” she said, suddenly aware of the guilt in his eyes. “You reacted and rightfully so. I have made a mess of everything.”

Something close to frustration crossed his expression before he closed the distance between them in a single breath. “No, Remy, this is all on me, not you.”