Page 41 of Tempt Me

“I need you to get some information on a little girl that lives in your area. If you do this, I will supply your drug. Do we have a deal?” His tone was low like he was whispering.

I quirked a brow. “A little girl? What the fuck do you want with her?”

Lucius growled on the other end of the line. “Do not question a man you want something from. Will you obtain the information or not?”

Now that I had shuffled farther down the pier, I kicked that rock into the water.

“Yes…” I really hoped I wouldn’t regret this.

“Great. I will text you the information at a later date. Your weed is with one of my contacts on a yacht near your location. The contact is on theGrand Charity.If you look at the water, I am sure you can probably see it from where you are standing.”

I didn’t bother asking how the fuck he knew where I was and instead looked over to the larger part of the pier. There was a huge ass boat, just like he said, with lights and people in fancy ass outfits walking up the ramps.

“How will I know who your contact is?” I said, making my way toward the yacht.

“I can’t do all your work for you now, can I? Enjoy the party, brother.”

With that, the line went dead.

“Son of a bitch…” I stared at the big ass boat and the hundreds of rich fucks boarding it.

Great, now to find a drug dealer in a stack of socialites.

Should be easy enough. Hell, most soccer moms were the best drug dealers a person could find. I just had to keep to the shadows and suss out which person had a face with an enormous amount of plastic surgery done to it and was carrying a purse sizable enough for pills and plastic bags. She would probably appear less wealthy than the rest because she was there to sell her product and get the money she needed.

The walk to the boat wasn’t far, and schmoozing my way past security and the nameless faces was about as easy as I had thought. However, standing at the back and waiting for the contact was another feat entirely.

After the eighteenth lady tried to come on to me, I started to sweat. Did I turn into a Christmas ham when I wasn’t looking? This last one was extra creepy—way too much tanning lotion. Bleh… Her smile as she walked away was even worse. I was gonna be sick…

Didn’t rich people have more…I don’t know—class?

Money couldn’t buy everything.

A nervous woman carrying a sleek black wallet made her way to the buffet, not grabbing any food, just looking at it longingly before stepping away and standing in the shadows by the railing.

Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen one woman eat any food they put on their plates.

Was something up with the food?

I made a mental note not to eat the possibly poisoned grub and walked over to the lady.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” I glanced up at the sky, then over at her.

The woman smiled shyly and curtsied, turning around to look at the starry night and ocean surrounding us.

“Yes, sir, it is indeed.”

I smiled my charming smile and reached my arms over her form, grabbing both of the railings.

“What might you be carrying with you to a party that has everything?” I watched the woman’s throat as she swallowed.

Gotcha.

“Oh, this? Uh, well, just some mementos. Um. Gum?”

I chuckled knowingly and reached for her hand, placing a gentlemanly kiss on the surface.

“I myself enjoy mementos greatly. In fact, I’m out of gum. Might I buy some of yours?”

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