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Because I love her… and I know when she’s lying.
“But it’s more than your job, isn’t it? You said Silas helped you change. But you’re lying. To him. To me. To yourself. Those three men. That night. It still controls you. And it does me, too.”
Tears stream down her cheeks. “I want to be free of it, too.”
“But you keep doing this, Cade. You keep pulling us back into our hell.” A bright flash cracks the sky before thunder booms in the distance. “And it makes me so angry, and that’s gonna be the death of us.”
She can stop that truth as much as she can the coming storm.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
“Are you sure the cameras aren’t working?”
That’s the third time I’ve asked her. It feels weird. Not wrong, just a violation of my instinct because I don’t trust her husband. I fear he’s watching us.
“Yes,” Stacey assures me. “Girl, I don’t want those cameras catching what I’ve been doing. The renovation crew had to disconnect them for some electrical upgrades. Their crew chief made sure of it.” She grins my way. “Sure of it for me.”
“The crew chief?”
Every day, I’m more impressed with this woman.
On the outside, Stacey looks like a blonde, proper, and preppy southern Senator’s wife. Like one who should have no sympathy for the less fortunate while she bestows tons of damning judgment on all who are different.
But no. That’s not Stacey Evans. She’s a conservative Senator’s wife on a wild rampage. She’s fucking every man she wants while she fucks up Gentry’s life too. She doesn’t share his cruel, narrow-minded politics or his wicked ways.
I’m gonna build a shrine to her.
Because though she doesn’t talk about it much, I know Gentry’s abusive to her. And she’s finding different ways to get her power back.
“Yes, the crew chief.” She leads me through her house, pushing past the plastic tarps, concealing the construction zone that used to be her kitchen. “And a couple of his crew.”
My steps halt over a pile of sawdust, and I’m gonna choke on the coffee from the travel cup I’m drinking from.
“The crew chief and two of his crew? Dayum, tell me more.”
It actually tingles my pussy. The thought of it. Three men. I still haven’t had my night with my two—Silas and Redix—the kind of night I really want.
Because Redix is angry with me again, and that’s not how Silas wants to be in the middle of us.
It’s Sunday. I’ve spent this week alone, and Stacey’s sexy crew isn’t working. Apparently, Gentry’s away on one of his criminal golf tours, and little does he know the FBI is watching him.
We got all the transactions we need, down to the golf course hosting the tours. Now, we’re waiting on the surveillance. They’re following the men on this tour. Hopefully, someone will slip up soon. And Stacey Evans, Gentry’s sweet, devoted wife, is anxiously waiting too.
We stand in a mess of a kitchen demolished while Stacey and I have the house to ourselves, and she dishes while she sips the latte I brought her.
“It’s incredible.” The smile on her face has no shame. “Ford’s the crew chief. He’s so fucking hot. He’s forty with this incredible body and in charge of everyone. Including me.”
“In charge?” That raises my eyebrow. “Be careful. That’s not always sexy. It can be abuse.”
“Not like that, trust me.” She sits on a new cabinet still in its box. “He’s alpha as hell with his crew—and when we all fuck—but he wants to help me. Help me with my dad and the shit pile I’m in. He’s raging over Gentry’s control, but I told him he can’t do anything. Not yet.”
“You told him about my investigation?”
Please don’t tell me she got fucked so well and hard that she divulged that secret in a screaming orgasm.
“No, I promise. Trust me, I know when to keep my mouth shut.” She smirks. “Or full of something else.”
I laugh, relieved. “Three of them? That is a mouthful.”
