Dirty Deals by Nicole James Page 0,58
Nick standing near Kara’s chair, the muzzle of his gun stroking down her cheek. My stomach drops when I see he’s tied her arms to the chair.
The sunlight coming through the window flashes on the gold fabric of my dress, and the reflected rays dance across his face, drawing his eyes to me. I move toward him, swaying my hips and rolling my shoulders in the sexiest strut I can pull off. I smile as his eyes sweep down my body. I stop a few feet away and do a slow spin, lifting my hair up so he gets the full effect of the low back.
He whistles low and slow.
“You like to play poker, Nick?” I purr. “I could be your lucky charm. Wouldn’t I look nice on your arm, walking through all the best places? We could go to Monte Carlo. Ever been there? How about the French Riviera? We could have so much fun.”
He smiles. “Bet you could be a lot of fun, doll.”
I bend forward and make a kissy face. “I could be whatever you want.”
He doesn’t miss the cleavage I flash him. He shifts his stance, and I’m sure he’s getting a hard-on.
I put my hand gently on his chest. “Sit down. Let me dance for you.”
He backs up and falls into a chair. But he’s still got that gun in his hand. I move to an ancient stereo and flip it on, then dial it to some smooth jazz. The music floods the room, and I roll my hips and undulate my body, trying to remember every dance move I’ve ever seen a Vegas showgirl make.
I turn my back and look coquettishly over my shoulder at him. He’s got the gun in one hand, and the other is adjusting his crotch to ease the pressure on his cock.
Perfect. I smile and wink at him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Rusty—
We leave our bikes on the side of the road and dash through the trees to the edge of the field adjacent to the farmhouse. I squat down, and Reno squats next to me.
I study the house. “There’s a car.”
Reno pulls a small scope out of his inside pocket and looks.
I frown. “More spy gear?”
“Be glad I’m a good customer.”
“You’re always prepared, VP. I’ll give you that.”
“That’s Vee’s car.”
“Prospect said the girls left with her, so they’re in there. And I’m betting the Rialto’s are, too.”
Reno’s jaw ticks, and I can tell he wants to dash across that field to his pregnant ol’ lady.
“I’m goin’ in,” he growls.
I feel for him. I know it’s got to kill him to restrain. I put a hand on his arm. “We’ve got to be smart, brother. We’ve got to surprise them. They see us coming, the girls are dead.”
He turns his face to me, and I can see the agony written there. “What if they already are? I can’t fucking lose her, Rusty.”
“Get that fucking thought out of your head, understand me? You know I’m right.”
He gives me one quick nod.
“Let’s go. The boys should be pulling up any minute.”
We sprint to the road, but it’s just our bikes sitting alone, and no Harley engines approaching in the distance.
I run a ragged hand through my hair, pacing again. I’m about to tell Reno we go it alone when they coast over the rise, as quiet as they can be. They’re off their bikes and surrounding me in moments. Bandit pulls a sniper rifle from a long holster strapped to his bike, and not for the first time I’m grateful for his Marine Corp sniper skills. He lifts his chin at me and I know he’ll do whatever’s necessary. I nod at him, and then look around at all my brothers’ faces. “Ain’t gotta tell you what’s hanging in the balance here. VP’s about to lose his shit knowin’ his ol’ lady’s in there, and she’s pregnant with their first kid.” I squat down, pick up a stick, and sketch out the property. “Spotted Vee’s car. Not sure what the fuck that means. Maybe she’s involved, maybe not. There’s a garage here, a field here, the driveway here. On the other side more woods. We’ll have to circle around to catch them by surprise.”
“What’s across the street?” Quick asks.
I glance up at him. “Woods.”
“Then let’s cut across this side and move in. Be faster than circling that field.” He points to my crude drawing.
I nod. “You’re right. We get just past the house, cut over and up the tree line on the other side of