Page 71 of Reckless Obsession


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Like… Johnny. Who also lasted about an hour. And also wore a condom.

“Are you mad at me?” I ask softly.

He stops futzing at the desk, and levels a stare at me. “You’d know if I was mad at you, sparkles.”

“H…How would I know?”

“I just beat off in the bathroom. Give me a chance to recover.”

“Never mind.”

“I looked at that Forsythe case you mentioned. It seems solid. I wrote a brief for Daniel to present to the court. I found a few other cases that cited this precedent where the judges ruled in the state’s favor. In all these cases, financials were presented showing the defendant could afford a lawyer and the ones who were fired submitted affidavits that they were let go with little to no notice and without cause.”

I take the brief, impressed it’s at least ten pages.

Then again, he went to Harvard, for crying out loud.

“Are any of the other cases in Nevada?” I glance up at him.

He leans back and crosses an ankle over one knee. He’s the Mona Lisa of male beauty. “Three of them. They’re annotated and cited on the last page.”

My eyes stay glued to him, his long legs, thick thighs, and a newly blossoming bulge in the crotch of his pants stirs my dirty mind.

“Eyes up here, sparkles.”

Shaking my head, I say, “Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

Okay, I’m not sorry. But I ignore him, or I’ll be drawn into another dirty talk debate and he’ll leave the room again. I want to get out of here. I need to change my soaked underwear.

“The ones in Vegas…” I fight to concentrate on this shitty case. “Any organized crime bosses?”

“Two.”

My heart pounds. I don’t have to ask him who. They’re referenced in the brief I’ll read later. “The third?”

“A politician.”

“Do you… Do you pull stunts like this in New York?” I ask, laying the brief on the edge of the desk.

“No.” Eoghan stares at me with a wicked grin. “We manage to kill any investigations before there is even an indictment.”

“And how do you do that?” I search for a reason to see the good in him, something that won’t put us at such stark odds in life.

“That’s my secret.”

My spine slumps. “The Borgias are dangerous. Ruthless.”

“So are we.” He crosses his arms.

I wait a beat. “And your brothers’ wives… They’re protected? I assume your family has enemies. I know how it works.”

“My sisters all work and have bodyguards.” He taps well-manicured fingers against the middle of the desk. “Astoria is a bubble. I know what we’ve built there couldn’t run as smoothly as it does in a bigger city. In Manhattan, crime families consist of hundreds of people. All sucking the money teat. All wanting a cut. More people means more points of possible failure. More people to piss off and turn on us.”

“It’s impressive how you knew exactly what Borgia’s intent was.”

“It’s ballsy and many don’t try it, most judges…” He stops. “Fuuuck.”

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