I’ve already paid him a fortune, but I’m not too stubborn to cut my losses if it’s truly a useless endeavor.
“There are plenty of financial accounts that he’s not reporting,” Jack says. “I can trace those deposits one by one, but nine times out of ten, you’re going to get a shell corporation.”
That figures.
Even as intolerable as Grigoryan is, he’s not stupid. Hopefully Magnum will have better luck. If not, perhaps I’ll move on to hiring out that job. There are teams that can get in anywhere, but I prefer to work with someone I know rather than outsourcing if at all possible.
“I see,” I say, sighing heavily. “Okay. Give me some time to think it over, and I’ll get back to you.”
It would be wholly satisfying to see Grigoryan do jail time, but he deserves hardcore prison, not some fancy white-collar facility that will end up feeling like a vacation.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it free. There’s a text from Hawk that reads,Vanessa is hot. Taking her to your office. Hurry.
I’m surprised the big fucker was able to string together so many sentences in text with it actually being coherent. Autocorrect is probably to thank for that.
Anyway, it’s time for me to end this meeting and check on my wife.
Vanessa’s arousal spills out of my office and down the hallway.
I can scent her long before I can see her.
That means others could too.
A potent omega so close to her heat could draw other unbonded alphas.
Hawk really should have locked the door. Then again, I wouldn’t have been pleased if I had to knock and wait to be allowed in, all while wondering what they were doing.
It’s my goddamn office.
And that’s my goddamn wife.
Hawk has her stretched out over the leather couch on the far wall. Her wrists are pinned together above her head with one of his hands, and I believe the other is buried in her pussy. That dress is longer and puffier than some of the others she’s worn recently, so it’s only an educated guess based on the way his arm moves.
The way Vanessa writhes under him, begging into their kiss is also a solid indication that he’s finger-fucking my wife. That’s only slightly better than sticking his dick inside her, and a wave of pure rage washes through my body.
I clench my fists at my sides, rocking back on my heels to avoid crossing the room to put a bullet in Hawk’s brain. It’s tempting, but I’m not sure Vanessa would forgive me. I’d also likely regret it, but the fury makes it hard to remember that Hawk is my closest friend.
Vanessa whimpers, begging Hawk to fuck her.
I reach back, locking the door.
“Come all over my hand,” Hawk says, his arm moving faster. “Moretti should be here soon.”
“He can join us, but I want you too.” She whines the words, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. It’s almost physically painful for an alpha to disregard an omega’s whine. “Harder. Oh, shit. I’m there.”
A low growl rattles out of my chest as the edges of my vision turn a hazy red.
Fuck.
That’s not a great sign.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Vanessa
Hawk is driving me insane, and I’m about to have a very unladylike tantrum if he doesn’t give me his knot. My body shakes and trembles as I tighten over his fingers for the second time, but it’s still not enough.
I want hot, sweaty, dirty sex.
