Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Family?”
She nodded. “He knows what you mean to me. And well, Maisie Ashby is family. And he adores her. Max told him to protect her—not that Virgil can’t do it, but you know. Family.”
I didn’t know what I meant to her, but if it helped Jameson make up his fucking mind and join the Ashby Organization, then I’d take it. “Thank you, Madison.”
She nodded and turned to make a hasty getaway, slamming into Jasper’s chest with a gasp. She stepped back and stepped around him, and then she was gone.
“Odd but informative.” Helping Madison had served a purpose in keeping her close and helping us find out what the fuck Mueller was up to, and now it looked like my good deed had paid off even more. I loved it when that happened.
“How fucking long does it take to decide if you want to make a shit ton of money or not?” Jasper’s brows dipped low, and he folded his arms across his chest. “Seriously.”
I laughed. Jasper inherited his impatience from me, but with age comes wisdom and patience. “He’s chosen to uphold the law and now, less than a year into the gig, we’ve asked him to bend it for us, for money. I don’t want to pay someone who would make this choice lightly.”
He nodded, reluctantly accepting my logic. “What did Madison want, then?”
I smacked my lips and shook my head at him. “So distrustful, son. She came with helpful news.”
I told him about Beck’s suspicions, and he growled his frustration.
“I knew this shit would come back to bite us. That bitch is relentless.” There was a hint of pride in his tone, and I wondered if Jasper would be the child who repeated my mistakes.
“She is,” I nodded slowly. “And if she had anything concrete, I’d already be in cuffs.”
He nodded and sighed as he dropped down into the nearest seat. “Worse, if she is dirty, she’d already have you in cuffs, which means she has something. It may not be much, but there has to be something.”
He held my gaze for a long moment, and I almost let worry slide in. “I thought you were careful.”
“I’m always careful,” I assured him. And that reminded me of my latest kill, Father James.
He looked up from his Bible and slid the black-rimmed glasses from his face. James was a handsome man, for a priest, with a strong jaw and crisp blue eyes. He could have fucked any adult woman he wanted, but he didn’t want. No, he liked young boys. “And you are?”
“Who I am doesn’t matter, Father.”
His gaze raked over me slowly, and if I hadn’t done such thorough research, thanks to Calvin, I might have questioned if I had the right man. He lingered at my tits and smiled, and then I knew what type of pervert he was.
“What do you want?”
I nodded and took a few steps closer until I stood right in front of his small desk. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your hard holy cock inside me.”
He paled visibly and swallowed hard as he leaned back in his chair.
“You have me confused with someone else.”
“Do I, now?” I pulled the phone from my coat pocket and activated the screen. “You’re not the James who spent a year in Boston? Another year in Chicago? Two years in San Diego? St. Louis? Portland, Maine and Oregon? Bounced from church to church after a slew of allegations of inappropriate behavior? Must be another Father James Murphy.”
He sat a little taller at my words. “What is it you want, Miss?”
“I said I want to fuck. You do fuck, don’t you?”
Father James stood up and rounded the desk until he stood directly in front of me. He was a few inches taller than me, even in my heels, but I wasn’t intimidated.
He licked his lips at my words, and I knew I would enjoy killing this man. I didn’t always enjoy it, even if it did satisfy my bloodlust for men like him. Father James wasn’t a pedophile because he was fucked in the head. He did it because he could. The power he held over those kids was too irresistible to not exploit, so he did.
“My room is through there.” He nodded toward a door behind his chair, and I nodded as if I didn’t already know. Calvin had given me the whole layout of the church. Even the underground tunnel.
“Perfect.”
He led me into the room with a smile that said he thought he would be alive to see the sun rise over Glitz in a few hours. That was always the problem with these so-called men of the cloth. They were so used to dealing with children—they had no idea how to handle adults.
“Well?”
“How does this usually work, with your…lovers?” I spit the word at him as I removed my overcoat. My wrap dress. My bra and panties, leaving the lace-top stockings. I took everything off because blood was easier to wash from bare skin.