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Ruthless Sinner (Ashby Crime Family)

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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, rich, 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 what had pissed her off so badly. The minute I heard Agent Beck’s voice, 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 Ashby 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 we headed?” Terry pressed the gas before I could answer.

“The long stay hotel Agent Beck calls home.”

Terry wiggled his blond eyebrows. “Business or pleasure?”

“Business I’m gonna take great fucking pleasure in.” I told him about the recording and played it for him. “Got everything I need to get what I want.”

Terry nodded. “What if she doesn’t take a bribe?”

“Then she’ll probably end up out of the FBI. Either way is good enough for me. There’s no evidence to implicate Sadie, or the rest of us, for anything. Because of Beck’s personal agenda, she won’t give up as easily as whoever replaces her.”

“That’s why you’re the boss, always thinking ahead. I heard Sadie woke up.”

I nodded. “Just for a fucking second. The doctor said she’ll wake up in her own damn time.”

“Nothing they can do for her?”

“Nope,” I said. She was everything to me, my ma, my mentor, and a pain in my ass. But I hoped like hell she’d wake up soon.

We pulled up to the dreary hotel, and I unbuckled my seatbelt. “Stay here. This won’t take long.”

Agent Beck opened the door with a sultry smile on her face, tits pushed out like she thought I might be here to fuck her instead of fuck her over. “Jasper. What brings you by?” She took a step back and motioned me inside.

I heard the door close behind me, and once I had confirmation she was alone, I turned with a smile aimed right at her.

“You, Agent Beck. I’m here for you.”

Her nostrils flared, and I had to prevent the smile that threatened when I had this feeling, like a predator about to strike.

“Oh yeah? Tell me more.”

“But you’ve already said so much.” Confusion pulled her brows into a frown, but still she moved forward. Toward me.

“I haven’t said anything.” She played at being coy, and I let her.

“That’s not true. Is it?” I pulled out my phone and let the voice recording play.

Horror was the first emotion to cross her face, followed quickly by regret and then fear. She paled and shook her head. “That’s not what it sounds like.”

I focused on her fear and took great fucking pleasure in it. I reveled in it, and the more it built up, the more it tortured her face, the happier I felt.

“It sounds like you’re admitting to fucking someone you’re also investigating. Now I’m not a rule follower all the time, but I’m pretty sure that’s grounds to get your ass booted from the FBI.”



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