I watch Conor walking out of my office and sit on the edge of my desk. He’s just finished telling me how quickly Jessie got the footage that he requested from Angelino’s club. I know how good their security systems are, and the fact that she got what he needed so quickly impresses me, as much as I hate to admit it. Maybe I’ll have some use for her after all? I still don’t trust her, though. And I don’t like the affect she’s having on my younger brothers. They’re like dogs on heat around her, and sooner or later one of them is going to fuck her. I can smell it in the air.
Closing my office door, I take my cell out of my pocket and walk back to my desk. The soft leather creaks as I sit and lean back in my chair while I scroll through my contacts for the number I need. As soon as I find the name I’m looking for, I press dial and listen to the ring tone.
Jax answers on the fourth ring. “Hey, amigo. Long time no speak.”
Jackson Decker is the human equivalent of a highly trained sniffer dog. There is no information, no skeletons in any closets, that this man cannot find. When me and my brothers first moved to New York, we did some work for Jax’s boss, Alejandro Montoya, and we impressed him so much that he recommended us for more jobs. Before we knew it, we were the go to men for arms in the New York area, and because of our roots and our father’s name, we made a successful challenge for the top. Alejandro and Jax are two of the only men outside of my family I consider friends.
“Hey, Jax. It’s been far too long, buddy. I have a trip to L.A coming up soon. We should catch up.”
“I’m still recovering from the last time I met up with you and your brothers, Shane,” he laughs, and I can’t help but smile at the memory of the weekend in Vegas he is referring to.
“I promise no whiskey this time. Okay?”
Jax laughs again. “Deal.”
“I was wondering if you had time to help out a friend?”
“For you, of course. What do you need?”
“You sure Alejandro won’t mind me distracting you?”
“Hey, you know me. I never sleep anyway. Besides, he’s a lot more chilled these days now that he’s a family man.”
“Of course. How old are his boys now?”
“Almost nine months. A right handful. But fucking adorable,” Jax chuckles. “So, what is it you need me to do?”
“I want you to look into someone for me. I’ll send you her picture and the information I have, which isn’t a lot, but I think she’s lying to me about who she is, and I want to know why.”
“Okay. Send it on over. When do you need it by?”
“As soon as possible, buddy. She’s living in my house right now.”
“Oh? You finally looking to settle down, amigo?”
“Not a chance. I don’t even know how to describe what she’s doing here. A willing hostage, maybe?” I shake my head at the words as they come out of my mouth.
Jax laughs down the phone. “Sounds complicated. But I’ll get on it.”
“Thanks. I owe you one.”
“A bottle of that fine Irish whiskey when you visit will do just fine. I’ll let you know when I have anything.”
I thank him again and end the call just as there is a knock at my door. I assume it’s the hacker, as my brothers don’t knock.
I sit up in my chair and straighten my jacket. “Come in.”
She opens the door and sticks her head inside. “You wanted to see me?” she asks.
“Yeah, I do,” I nod, and she walks into the room. She’s dressed in her own jeans, paired with one of Conor’s t-shirts, which dwarfs her petite frame. But even the oversized top does little to disguise her incredible curves.
My cock twitches, and I curse under my breath. What the fuck? It’s not like I’ve never seen a beautiful woman before, but something about her and the way she looks at me makes me want to bend her over my desk and fuck her until she screams my name.
She hovers uncertainly by my desk and a part of me contemplates leaving her standing there and watching her fidget under my gaze. But I’m not sure that would help my cock behave itself and so I indicate the chair for her to sit down. She takes the seat and crosses her legs, tossing her long red hair over her shoulder and training those bright blue eyes on mine.
