Page 58 of Indecent Lies

That was a game changer and not a game he was throwing his hat in the ring for.

He liked the hell out of her, really.So much.

He’d never felt attraction this big before.

He wanted to grab her in, maul his mouth against the side of her neck until she cried out for more and then he wanted to do a whole lot of dirty things he wondered how shocked she’d be with. Starting by sliding his hand into her panties.

Yeah, Texas got the hell out of his apartment well before 6 am.

He went for his usual run.

Now he’d told Snake of the Russian’s presence over by the distillery, he didn’t bother stopping when he saw a few buses parked outside.

Lady luck was not on his side after he stopped for a takeout coffee at the diner when he nearly plowed into Capone coming out.

He stepped back to let him exit first and came up short with the sneer on the other guy’s face.

“Yeah, really good to see you too, Capone. I’m fine, thanks for asking.”

Sipping his own coffee, Capone just stared and walked down to his bike.

Texas felt the hit and stepped into the diner, pushing it from his head.

Deserved, he had to keep telling himself.

He seriously had to get out of this town.

On the slow walk back to his apartment, his head in the misery clouds, he didn’t see the black Mercedes pulling in slowly besides him until he cranked his head to the side and saw Grigori peering out of the back passenger window at him.

What. The. Fuck.

“If you’re lost, I don’t have directions for you.” He snapped and went on walking.

The car followed at a snail’s pace.

“You have some altercation with yourcomradeback there.”

Texas ignored the man.

“I hear on the grapevine; things are not so well in the Renegade Souls. Not for you, my friend. Had I known you were capable of selling out to the authorities, you and I could have been close friends.”

That little statement had Texas’ head almost spinning off his neck when he came to a halt and stared at the guy who was smirking back like he’d hit the jackpot.

Whoever his spies were in town, meant Grigori had some idea of what he’d done and Texas had no fucks to give.

Even without theSouls, he would loathe a man like him.

“Why the hell are you still even here, man? There’s nothing here for you. Go to New York, LA, Timbuktu. Denver is taken.”

Grigori smirked and lowered the window further.

“Perhaps I want what I am told I cannot have. It’s a terrible affliction, is it not, Mr. Hunt? We yearn for power like it is a drug. We yearn to belong,da?”

He didn’t grow up with a man like his father and not recognize when someone was trying to appeal to his weak spots.

Staring, he said nothing because he had not one word to say to the likes of the Russian. What did he think, because he was out of theSoulsthat he’d be a turncoat?

He felt a blast of anger start to burn behind his eyes.

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