Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I cursed myself for not being at the bar to activate the recording device Jasper used when he needed to blackmail someone into doing shit they should have agreed to in the first place.
Instead, I quickly pulled up the voice recorder app on my phone and hit the big red circle just as Bitch Face saddled up to the bar. As soon as she noticed me, she walked over to where I was sitting.
I looked up, feigning surprise. “Agent Beck, to what do I owe the displeasure of your company?”
She laughed. “Someone’s feeling feisty today, bold coming from a well-known whore.”
“We’re all whores, honey. I’m just honest about it.”
“I’m not a whore,” she grimaced, and I knew I had hit a nerve.
“Sure you are. Look at you, out here risking your life, your fragile mental state, and offering your governmental cunt to Jasper, all to get dirt on his mother.” I let out a snort mixed with a laugh. “I’m just a better-paid whore, and that pisses you off.”
“Oh, I’m not pissed off, Maureen. Not at all. Why would I be? I fucked Jasper because I wanted to, not to get info on Sadie.”
I didn’t believe her. Despite the knife that pierced my heart at her words, I didn’t believe that shit for one fucking second. Even if I did feel envy somehow, Jasper wasn’t mine to be jealous over.
“A drink for Agent Beck,” I said loud enough to let the customers know we had a cop on the premises. “Something strong and fruity to remove that giant stick up her scrawny ass.”
“Cute,” she growled. “You must be fuming right now, ready to hit me.”
“Only because you’re interrupting my meal.” I’d do a lot more than hit the bitch if I wasn’t pregnant.
“Not because I took a ride on your man’s dick? Because I have to tell you, it was worth the ethical lapse. His cock is a masterpiece, and the way he uses it, he picked the wrong line of work.”
Now I knew she was lying, and I stared up at her, still chewing my colcannon. “Is that why you’re here, hungry for another dick ride? I can go get him for you.”
“I know where to find him if and when I decide to have him again. Which I might.”
“If you’re not here for Jasper, why are you here?”
“For you, of course.” Agent Beck let out a laugh that was supposed to be light and carefree, but I heard the hitch in her voice, saw the signs of tension that aged her prematurely. “You know you can’t trust the Ashby family.”
“You don’t know shit. You think you know so much thanks to your government databases, but the truth is you don’t know anything. I guess you’re here talking to me because you don’t know shit.”
I didn’t trust cops, not as far as I could spit. They never showed up when they were needed, and if they did, they always took the side of the abuser—not the victim.
“What I do know is that you can’t trust this family. I know that eventually, you’ll outlive your usefulness and end up dead on the side of the road or buried somewhere in the desert. Your parents will never know. You won’t even get a proper burial.”
I laughed at her words that just proved she knew fuck all about nothing. I had no parents to give a fuck about me, and I didn’t give a shit about a burial, proper or improper.
“Good to know. Thanks for the advice.”
“Wow,” she sighed and shook her head. “It must be more than a crush.” Beck laughed. “That’s even more fucked up than I thought.”
I said nothing, just ate my food and chewed slowly as she tried to bait me. Her tactics were amateur hour, but since I was recording her, I let Agent Beck dig her own fucking grave.
“Let me guess, you can help me? Protect me from the big bad Ashby family?”
“I can.”
“You’re a fucking idiot if you believe that.”
“I can if you have any information I find useful.”
“Great offer,” I told her with a mouth full of steak. “At least it would be if you weren’t a fucking liar. And a fed.”
“Look at what they did to Bonnie. And she was one of them, married to an Ashby. You’re just an Ashby fuck toy. Disposable.”
“Did you solve Bonnie’s murder? I didn’t see it on the news. Weird.”
“Oh, come on, Maureen. We both know the Ashbys killed Bonnie.”
“I don’t know that, and if you had proof, you’d have someone in handcuffs. For real this time.”
The bitch had harassed and arrested Sadie just because she could, and that shit didn’t sit right with me.
“It’s only a matter of time, Maureen. Do you want to pay for their crimes? Because that’s what’s going to happen. They’ll throw you under the bus to save themselves.”