Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
“Fucking hell,” Sunny breathed, nodding slow. “He must’ve been scrambling. Vance couldn’t give himself away to you, but he also couldn’t let the Brotherhood know that he failed. That he had one fucking job and he screwed it up. But after Genny busted in there with a gun, she gave him the out he was praying for.
“He closed our account and banned you and the Johnsons from the place both to stop you digging around and to give the Brotherhood a valid reason for why the tracker plan was dead. It wasn’t his fault. It was our fault for destroying the business relationship so badly, the only thing it made sense to do was cut all ties with us. It would’ve looked hella suspicious to everyone if he didn’t. But,” Sunny cried, jumping on my thought train for the ride. “Deep down, he’s still a fucking coward, and that’s why he had you deliver the breakup note instead of telling me to my face. Because he’s exactly what you said, baby, a brother, and a little bitch.”
“Exactly.” Even in the midst of all the danger and betrayal, I couldn’t help but smile. The Brotherhood thought they had us so scared. They believed they couldn’t hide in the shadows and watch us scramble, but they weren’t as smart as they thought they were. “You told me to think big. Big money and big motives, well, Caddell House rakes in billions in revenue every year. That’s billions with a B, baby. It doesn’t get any bigger than that.”
“They’re big because of us.” Sunny pounded his chest, rage leaking into his voice. “Because my old man took a chance on a random high-school dropout with nothing to his name but a full sketchbook. He took a chance on him and gave him the money to make his dream come true, but now all of a sudden our money is dirty? They almost kill me, you, my brother, my sister, and my niece because fucking Caddell House got too good for the people who made them!”
I rubbed his arm, heart breaking for the pain belying his anger. “I’m sorry, Sunny. I know,” I whispered. “I know your parents tried to help people. They tried to do good and give back to their community, and seeing one of their most generous gifts being turned into a weapon against them... it hurts.”
His hands shook gripping the wheel. “They’re supposed to be our enemies. The Brotherhood is supposed to be evil shits we put down hard. But if even our partners—our friends—hate us... where do you go from there?”
My chest ached wanting to answer him, but nothing I came up with was enough. “I’m sorry. I love you.”
Sunny blew out a breath. Tossing his head, his smile returned. “I love you too, Angel. As much as this sucks, all I want to do right now is pull over and jackhammer your G-spot until you scream so loud, you break the windows.”
I heated up like a lava lamp. Sunny would be saying stuff like this on our fortieth anniversary, and my old butt will still blush.
“I can’t believe how amazing you are.” Sunny laced his fingers through mine. “I’ve been trying to find these Brotherhood bastards for months, and then you come in and find two in two days. I knew your instincts were gold.”
And now I was blushing for a different reason. My instincts were telling me something right then—Sunny and I would make it long enough to celebrate that fortieth anniversary, because I was never letting him go.
“I love your faith in me, but what are we going to do? We’re speeding over to Caddell House, but there’s no way they’re letting us through the front door,” I said. “Vance must’ve doubled security and plastered Public Enemy Numbers One and Two signs with both our faces.”
That smirk widened. “Oh ye of little faith. Security is just as much of a myth as locked doors, baby. Nothing and no one stands between me and a little bitch begging for a beating.”
My lower belly clenched deliciously. Now I was the one wanting him to pull over and jackhammer my pussy.
Soon Sole pulled into the Caddell House parking lot and we tumbled out. Bold and sexy as ever, he took my hand and strolled us both right inside, not sparing a glance either right or left at the four security guards who darted out from behind their station when we sidestepped the newly installed metal detector.
“Excuse me, sir? Sir!” A wall of muscle shot in front of us. “I’m going to need you both to step back, show me your IDs, and then step through the metal detector. If you refuse, you will be escorted out of the building.”
“Hmm. Well, I’d like to thank you for so clearly stating your needs,” Sunny said, his tone as light and sunny as ever. “Clarity is so important in these situations, which is why I’m going to return the favor.