I lock eyes with her, and I can see she’s coming down from her high. She knows what’s just happened. “I’m letting you leave here with your life. Nothing happened here today as far as you're concerned. You leave and you never, ever come back. You won’t have contact with Layla or our baby. Ever. You disappear on your own or next time I see you, I make you disappear. We clear?”
Tears start to stream down her cheeks, but she takes a deep breath and nods. “Thank you,” she whispers and turns to leave. Before she makes it out of the garage she looks back and says, “For what it’s worth, tell her I’m sorry.” With that, she’s gone.
This bitch is clearly crazy, making up some idea that we had something, but I just can’t bring myself to kill her. It’s Layla’s mother. She never really did anything worth killing her for. Maybe being with O’Leary all those years made her lose her grip. I can always finish her off later if she tries something. I look at Saint, and he knows what I need. “I’ll take care of this. No need to worry,” he tells me, motioning towards Justin’s body. This isn’t our first time dealing with a corpse. He knows what to do.
I get in the backseat and position Cherry in my lap. I look up to see Jeanette in the front seat, fiercely kissing Saint goodbye. It’s over quickly, and before I know it she’s cranking up the truck. Cherry breathes evenly and occasionally looks around almost drunkenly as she slips in and out, but I need to know she and the baby are going to be okay.
“Let’s move it!” I shout, and Jeanette stomps on the gas.
“I told you. I got this, big guy. Just hold on to your girl. Oh, and P to the S, I got this little surprise for you,” she winks, tossing another flash drive at me.
“What’s this? Where’d you get it?”
“I was watching the beginning of your convo with Justin when he gave you the flash drive. I guess in the shuffle to get Layla out, he dropped another. I’m willing to bet that’s got the real account information on it. Dean O’Leary had money on top of money, and Justin was a financial expert. I think if anyone had access to it it was Justin. I can probably crack the encryption on it for you. From what I can tell he was funneling money from O’Leary the whole time. Either those accounts are on there or the original ones are. Either way, the trail is there.”
I look up and our eyes meet in the rearview mirror.
“Also,” she continues on a hair flip, “when we get to the hospital say that she went to the bar called Jimmy’s out by Route 17. They’re known for date rape drugs being passed around. I’ve got a cover story of working there part-time, and she came to pick me up. She had a water while she waited but went to the bathroom for just a second. The owner owes me a favor so I’ve got us covered. I found her this way and you came to get us. Got it?”
“Who are you?” I ask. Jeanette’s like a goddamn Russian sleeper spy all of a sudden.
“Let’s just say my past life prepared me for a lot of shit,” she responds, and winks at me.#p#分页标题#e#
LAYLA
His warm mouth eats at my pussy. Shifting again, Carter spreads my legs wider using his broad shoulders. Sleepily opening my eyes, I look down at what I’ve woken up to every day for the past two weeks. Every morning without fail, Carter has woken me up with his mouth, like my own orgasmic alarm clock. While I love it, I’m really starting to miss my man’s cock and forceful nature. Since I’ve come home from the hospital his appetite for me has changed. It’s tame and gentle. I enjoy that side of him, but I also need the other side.
“I swear you taste sweeter since I planted my seed in you, baby,” he says, inhaling deeply. A look of pure pleasure crosses his face as he drives his tongue into my pussy. My back comes off the bed, and I moan loudly. Carter takes the opportunity to slide his hands under my ass, gripping each cheek to pull my pussy closer to his mouth. It’s wonderful, but I want more. I need more. I want him in me.
“More,” I beg, moving my hips to mimic sex, trying to convey my body’s silent plea.
Growling into my pussy, Carter suddenly flips me over onto my stomach. He grabs me by the hips and brings my ass into the air. When I start to rise up onto all fours, he places a firm hand on the middle of my back, stopping my movement.
“Stay like you are, baby,” he commands and uses his knee to nudge my own knees farther apart, opening me wider for him. Finally I see he’s going to give me what I want: his cock deep inside me, thrusting and filling me completely. I look over my shoulder, and disappointment hits me when I see he still has his sleep shorts on. He’s been sleeping in those for the past few weeks now. I’ve thought about burning them but stopped when I remembered Jeanette and Saint are still staying here, and Carter walks around in his shorts in the mornings. No one is seeing my man naked. Not even Saint.