Shattered Pieces (Undercover Elite Book 1)(34)

Whoever my little sister is dealing with has him worried and if they are powerful enough to have him worried, then they might be powerful enough to get my daughter and me away from my crazy ass husband.

I go to the bedroom door and listen, assuring no one would intercept me in what I’m about to do. My husband’s goons must be with him today. Yeah, he’s either scared or on guard against somebody and I have every intention of finding out who. Normally, he has one of his oversized buffoons here to monitor my every move. If I am going to get into his office without being detected, today is the day.

I ease my way down the hallway and enter the necessary code to gain access to my husband’s office. There’s so much the man doesn’t know about me. The bastard has made the mistake of underestimating me and has no idea that there isn’t a single locked door in this prison of a house that I can’t open. I have spied and memorized every code. Just the rebellion of knowing that I have been gaining Intel on him for years without his knowledge makes me feel better. I resent the fact that he’s forced me to stay with him and I damn sure resent the fact that he’s been using my daughter to do it.

I quietly shut the door and begin the process of pilfering through his desk drawers. The first thing I’m after is one of the many burner phones he keeps on hand for his illegal activities. I grab one and have to resist the temptation to get two of them in case he counts them. If he notices one missing, he might think he miscounted or used one more than he thought, but two would raise too much suspicion. I slip it in the back pocket of my jeans and look around at the small notes left on his desk. It doesn’t take but a few moments for me to find one with my sister’s name on it and, written next to it, the name of a man. I grab a pen and tear a piece of paper off a notepad. I purposely don’t write on the notepad so there won’t be an imprint. I write down the name, Cash Kensington, and two words that piqued my interest, Undercover Elite.





Chapter Twenty One


Johnnie

I wait until Cash goes outside after he gets off the phone. If I’m going to be part of this team, then doesn’t that mean I should be privy to every job these guys are doing? That is all I need to convince myself to go and take a peek in his office. They’re hiding something from me and I’m going to find out what it is.

I sneak into his office and shuffle through the notes on top of his desk. There’s a piece of paper that has a couple of women’s names written on it. That doesn’t strike me as odd until I see the name of the hospital where my sister died written down with them.

“Looking for something?”

Fuck! I jump when I hear Cash’s voice. I back away from the desk and watch as he locks the door, never taking his eyes off me. There is something very dangerous about those coal black eyes right now.

“Where are you going? Hmm?”

“I’m getting the fuck away from you,” I say as I back away from him.

In one agile move, he has me by the throat. I swear I see a fleeting glimpse of amusement when he witnesses my fear. I know what I’m feeling right now is showing in my eyes, revealing all my secrets to a man I can’t hide from.

“Get your fucking ass back over to that desk, now!” he growls from somewhere deep in his chest cavity, scaring the shit out of me.

He gives me no time to move on my own. He just grabs me by the arm and half drags me over to the desk, roughly bending my body over at the waist. He wiggles the long cotton shirt I’m wearing up and slides my panties down, kicking at my bare feet with his high dollar shoe.

He leans down to my eye level and looks me full in the face. My head is turned to the side and I look down, trying to avoid eye contact; he’s too intense. I open my mouth to begin defending myself but a slight shake of his head lets me know he has no interest in hearing it.

“I know you’re scared because the terror in your eyes is a dead giveaway. What I want to know is if that sweet, little pussy of yours is wet. If it is then that’s going to tell me a hell of a lot about you.”

I groan as feather light flicks of his finger make their way up and down my slit. He bends over my back and begins whispering into my ear. Though the tone of his voice is low, his intent is no less sinister.

“You’re kinky, girl, and it damn sure works for me. You’re scared shitless right now and, yet, you’re so turned on, your pussy is twitching.”

He stands up and strikes my bare ass. “You know better than to be digging around on my desk. What are you looking for?”

“Nothing!” I scream out in defiance.

He leans the full weight of his body over me and whispers in my ear, “Liar, liar, your ass is on fire.” With that, he stands again and slams his hand on my ass once more.