“Fucked her last night,” Nick shared.
There was a pause, then, “Say again?”
“Set it up I was with her last night at the club for the initial meet. Apparently, she liked the scene that was playin’ out and wasn’t feeling the idea of delayed gratification. She made it clear she was good to go; I took her up on the invitation. We fucked. She gave me her number after so we’re gonna do it again. But before that, it was reported to me she called in at just after six to book her viewing. She was there by ten thirty. She left at just after eleven thirty. Tail on her said her driver took her right home and that’s where she stayed. When was her boy done?”
“Jesus, Nick. I’m not callin’ you to be Olivia Shade’s alibi, for fuck’s sake. Christ. I can’t believe what you’re tellin’ me. The bitch is made of stone. First contact and you fucked her? How could you even drive your cock in there without it breaking clean off?”
Olivia Shade was not made of stone.
She was warm and soft, smelled good, and her sheet of straight black hair felt like silk.
And if he was another man he knew her green eyes had the capacity to brand ownership. He knew it because, as they held his while he thrust into her, he had to fight giving over to it.
And last but very much not least, she had a phenomenally tight, hot, wet cunt.
“Trust me,” he muttered. “She’s not made of stone.”
“Nick, nature is gonna take its course with Vincent Shade. With all of them. You do not have to use his daughter to get to him.”
He shouldn’t have told Turner his plan.
But he needed this to succeed and he was going to use everything he had to do that, family, friends, skills…and markers.
And Turner owed him a fuckuva lot of markers.
So he’d told Turner his plan.
“Your concern is heartwarming,” he joked, lifting his glass of juice and finishing it, hoping Turner would take his hint and shut up about it.
He didn’t take the hint.
“You know this family. You know those two women. You’ve done such extensive research on them, you might know them better than they know themselves. So you know the Shade sisters have two uses for men. They can take orders and/or give orgasms. Fuck, Georgia Shade uses her cunt as a recruiting tool and to make sure their soldiers toe the line. At least Olivia doesn’t fuck where she works but you found out yourself the last three cocks she took didn’t know her name and she didn’t ask theirs.”
She hadn’t asked his last night either.
In fact, she hadn’t said a fucking thing.
But she knew who he was like he knew the same of her. No one in their world didn’t, either way.
“Least last night proves one thing,” Nick said. “Not thinkin’ she’d even sit in the same room with me much less ride my dick if she knew what went down with Hettie. That close of an encounter, I’d be in a firefight by the time I hit the alley, even if she’s hidin’ her kink from Daddy and they got about ten soldiers left in their crew.”
“We already know that, Nick. Vincent rules that warehouse with an iron fist, but he tried to form a stable of girls six years ago and Georgia lost her mind. With two women set to inherit that dried-up dynasty, whores are not on their agenda. With them not even allowing whores, neither of the sisters knew he was involved in human trafficking. Think that’s the only thing that would have the Shade sisters breaking ties with their old man.”
That also made him uneasy. The fact that Olivia was his entry to tearing down Vincent Shade’s world. To gaining access to Gill Harkin and blowing a hole in his head just like that man had done to Hettie. To dismantling everything Shade.
Which meant both sisters would lose everything when neither of them had been involved with what had happened to Hettie.
But they lived that life. They stood by their father’s side. They did their jobs.
Sometimes you got away with dealing day to day with the devil.
Sometimes you got burned.
“Nick,” Turner called when Nick said nothing.
“Nature takes its course, I’ll walk away. But the time is ripe, Eric. So I’ll work my plan until that happens or until I get what I need. It’s in motion now. There’s no other option.”
“Please be safe,” Turner replied. “At least Georgia Shade has blood pumping in her veins. She likes a good fuck a lot more often than her sister. She likes a good time too. She’s got a life and she lives it. But outside of what Vincent tried to do to resurrect their operations six years ago, it’s widely considered Olivia Shade is the quiet brains behind their ventures and if it wasn’t for her, that family would have disappeared from the scene years ago.”
“I did gather this intel before I started this gig,” Nick pointed out.
He listened to Turner sigh.
“We done?” Nick asked.
“You get anything useful about that dead soldier, would make some folks happy in the DPD they got an even anorexic lead.”
“Right, after I finish bangin’ her again later, seein’ as the last time she didn’t say a fuckin’ word to me, I’ll ask if she feels like turnin’ rat and givin’ me somethin’ so the cops can nail someone in her crew, or out of it, for making a dead soldier.”
“You fucked a woman who didn’t say a word to you?” Turner asked.
“Yep,” Nick answered.
“And you got her number?”
“Yeah.”
Turner sounded more than mildly curious when he asked, “How does that work?”