Page 29 of Savage in the Streets
“Thanks.”
“And don’t go trying to escape. I’ll haul your ass back up here and chain you to the bed.”
No complaints here….
Chapter 8
Ashton
Soft skin.Plush lips. Tantalizing little moans.
Get her out of your head.
Cinnamon and ginger so sweet on her lips.
Send her back to jail. She’s not worth this.
Her thin cotton shirt clinging to her pert tits.
This girl is bad news.
That’s part of the appeal.
Sleep didn’t come to me last night, not with Bailey’s long legs stretched across my imagination.
And wrapped around my neck…
God, the unholy things I want to do to that woman, a Savage Queen that could so quickly bring me to my knees.
She’s not the type of girl that needs to be wined and dined, not that I wouldn’t lay the world at her feet.
Not until you get her off…
Fuck, what the hell was I thinking. The last thing I should do is get involved with Bailey Savage, my client. I must be going crazy.
I open my inbox to a message from Conner Stilton, the private investigator I have assigned to Bailey’s case.
Each day he sends me a report with any new findings. He’s been looking into the people associated with the case as well as researching the Savage family. I half expect to open the files to evidence of Bailey’s guilt, but instead, it’s always more of the same: Bailey Savage and her relatively boring life.
Which I would love to spice up.
Believing she’s innocent will only make me sloppy, so I work convinced of her guilt, keeping me vigilant.
Savage Beauty is in terrible condition, and before her arrest, Bailey was working morning, noon, and night to keep it open.
This would be a good reason for her to commit fraud, but her payments to the banks haven’t increased. They’ve done the opposite, and she’s sinking further into debt. Despite the fact that she’s been working long hours, it would take a miracle for her to keep her shop.
One thing that sticks out to me is that she hasn’t hired a new tattoo artist. She has two stylists that work on occasion, with Mabel letting them in, but that’s it.
My phone buzzes, and I look to see another text from Caleb.
Caleb:I’m growing impatient
I had promisedCaleb that I would pay Bailey’s bail, take her to him, and drive off, kissing the money goodbye.
Then Judge Fischer decided on third-party conditional bail, which changed everything.
Now, I can’t just hand Bailey over as I had planned. And to further complicate matters, Bailey doesn’t even like him. She won’t even take a phone call from him.
