His use of the neutral to describe his employer doesn’t escape my notice. I’m no closer to learning who he or she is than I was before, unfortunately. “That’s a matter for the practice, mister…?”
“Omega,” he says. “If you must refer to me, that’s acceptable.”
I nod. “All right. Well, Mister Omega, while I appreciate your employer’s interest, I’m inclined to now show you the door.” I wave my hand, pointing him in the direction.
He slips a hand inside the inseam of his suit, and I step in front of Alexis.
“Relax, Mister Larkin.” He fishes out a business card, then lays it on my desk. “This is the name of a remarkable attorney who has all of my employer’s backing.”
I pick up the card. “Ryland Maddox.”
“Yes, Mister Maddox will be running for the Commonwealth soon.” He smiles. “He would be a great asset to your firm, we believe.” He turns to leave, saying as he reaches the door, “We do hope you consider our suggestion.”
Once he’s gone, I head toward the door and flip the lock. I take a few deep breaths before I’m calm enough to sit in my chair, where I pull Alexis onto my lap.
“What do you think?” I ask, soothing my frustration further by running my fingers through her hair, slipping my hand along her back.
Resting her hands on my chest, she leans in to me. “I think it would be wise to have this Maddox person close, where you can determine his level of involvement with this member who wishes to remain anonymous.”
I huff a clipped laugh. “Keep your enemies close. Spoken like my queen.”
She licks her lips, effectively ridding my thoughts of everything other than her. “I learn from the best. Besides, maybe he has a good investigator he can bring aboard.”
“Good point.” I raise up and kiss her neck. “Hand me the card. I’ll start the vetting process for Maddox.”
Unfortunately, Sol had to go. And by go, I mean his face met with my fist before I had him tossed out of the building. It was an essential part of the company overhaul to get rid of our in-house investigator, who was leaking information to Mason at a price.
Trust is a difficult thing to find when dealing with the law. That’s why Alexis is here and not Gannet. I’m not convinced my named partner is entirely innocent—and I’m about to test that theory.
Keeping Alexis against me, I spin my chair around to tap the intercom. “Julia, please inform Gannet I need to see him.”
“Yes, sir.”
Roaming my hand along Alexis’s thigh, I find her gaze. “Are you content?”
“No,” she says, her eyes flicking over my
face. “I’m happy.”
I bring her face to mine and take my time kissing her, my lips and tongue exploring hers.
Happiness is better than contentment. I have to agree. I never knew the difference before Alexis. And right now, I only have one thing hindering my complete happiness.
Lee Brooks.
Sol admitted he took that information right to Mason. What he didn’t pass along was the fact that my previous client was already in prison serving out a ten-year sentence on a rape conviction to which I did not represent him.
Mason obviously didn’t pay well enough, or he didn’t have enough time to gather all the facts. Either way, Alexis is content to let Brooks serve out his time without her charges being filed against him.
I, on the other hand, am only content to allow that as long as I have some say in how he serves that time. Having connections in high places—as well as low—comes in handy when you want to make someone’s stay in prison a little more…educational.
Ten years from now, Alexis is open to revisiting her stance. And I’ll be there to support her.
“Ready to play?” I lift Alexis as I stand, readying myself.
Her body slides along mine as I lower her feet to the floor. The knock comes at the door, and she winks before smoothing her dress down to let Gannet into my office.
I straighten my tie, then read over the card Mister Omega left behind. Just the name of the lawyer with his number and a stamped signature, signed: Alpha.