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“I fucking hate you! Oh, shit! I’ma cum right nowww!” she screamed.

“Mmmm…” I hummed against her pussy.

I liked to feel her cum, so when I felt her body stiffen after a couple more swipes of my tongue, I slid my fingers inside her and smiled when her pussy squeezed them. Once she calmed down, I kissed every inch of her pussy and then inched up her body to kiss her lips, a chaste kiss that soon evolved into me sharing her sweet flavor with her.

A few moments later, as she lay in my arms, she said, “I think we should go ahead and kill Zaccai.”

“Why you say that? You sure it’s him now? What changed? New intel?” I questioned her.

“No new intel. He’s just the most logical choice. Even if your mother is behind it, she’d most likely enlist Zaccai. He’s in the business. He knows how to execute a hit, no matter how lame he is.”

“Right. So, Tavares is out? My ex-wife, too?”

“Tavares doesn’t have enough sense to pull this off. Your mom has him too spoiled. Plus, he’s a hot head and not very deliberate. Your ex-wife isn’t exactly action oriented unless it involves illicit dick, from what I can tell.”

“True…true. So, we kill Zaccai. I’m down with that. His ass needs to go, regardless. We can make it look like an accident. Only question is…when?”

“As soon as possible.”

Bo receiveda ton of flowers once they moved him to a regular room. It seemed a lot of people admired my evil husband due to his philanthropy. Imagine that. There were bouquets and cards from several charities and a couple politicians, including the mayor.

Ho’.

I hadn’t forgotten the dick lust that was in her eyes when she saw him at her party.

Anyway, I’d decided to get rid of the dried-out flowers when I saw it, the little card hidden within the huge arrangement of white hydrangeas. I mean, I’d noticed the card before but never bothered to read it after Bo said they were from the mayor.

Lifting the card from its little clear, fork-like holder, I scanned the message:

So glad you’re doing well. Sending healing vibes and blessings to you.

Much love.

Her name was signed at the bottom of the little card. I read it again and again, and then I went to my bedroom to wake my husband from his nap.

45

Since he insisted on tagging along, Bo and I sat in the car staring at the video feed on my phone. My blood boiled, and my mind raced as we waited.

“I don’t know how I missed this shit. I can’t believe it,” he mumbled for the fiftieth time.

“I missed it, too. Never crossed my mind,” I said absently. I was ready to get this shit done. I just needed Montana to do her magic with the surveillance and alarms.

“But youdidcatch it. You figured it all out.”

I lifted my eyes from my phone and looked at his pouting ass. “You mad I’m smarter than you, Mr. Pierce?”

Turning his head to look out the window, he said, “Fuck you. I hope a damn possum jumps out these woods and attacks your long head ass.”

I laughed so hard that tears welled in my eyes, but my mirth was interrupted by Jerryn’s voice in my ear: “Raja, we have an issue. You see this?”

Holding a finger to the earpiece, I said, “What happened? I’m looking at the video feed of the mayor’s house right now, and…” I lost my words as I returned my attention to the phone where I could see a group of people, some in suits and others in casual clothes with FBI emblazoned on their jackets, approaching the front door of Mayor Shari Watts-Young’s house. One of the suits was my sister…Umber.

The feds were raiding the mayor’s house, and my sister was with them. I’d never seen her in anything other than a jogging suit. Where’d this motherfucker get real clothes from?

“What’s going on?” Bo asked. He was connected to comms, too, so he’d heard Jerryn.

I felt him move in closer to me and knew he was seeing what I saw when he said, “The hell is she doing there with the Feds? Wait...”

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