Sins of the Undead Patriot. a.c. Mason

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СКАЧАТЬ smoothed his hand over her exposed collarbone to her chest, then slipped his fingers beneath the top of her gown, inspecting her areolas. “Magnificent breasts. Are you cold, Leera?”

      He pawed the peak of one of her breasts.

      She cringed. “What?”

      He groaned. “Are you cold or enjoying yourself?” His hard thing twitched against her palm.

      Her extremities were numb. Please God, this had to end.

      Extra carrots wouldn’t hurt either, as garnish with the parsley for a dash of color. She should make sure she added more of those to her order as well.

      “Bear with me. I’m nearly done...” His breath blew on her neck. He gathered up the front of her dress and slid his hand beneath the waist of her pantyhose. Then he pressed his fingers under the material. With his knee, he knocked the inside of her thigh, forcing her legs further apart.

      “Please don’t.” She was out of practice and struggling to shut him out. Tears formed in her eyes.

      “Shh, if you relax you might enjoy this.” Hunger laced his tone. “All part of my duties, as unpleasant as this may seem.” He reached down there and parted her.

      Oh God. Her breath hitched in her throat. She fisted her hands, determined get through this. Was the sunflower bread roll the best accent to go with the earthy turnip? Maybe a stronger flavor would work better. What about a pumpernickel roll? That was a much better companion for the turnip.

      “So beautiful.” He probed down below.

      She jerked as far as she could away from him. Her hip bones knocked the table.

      “Careful. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself. Don’t be alarmed.” Between her legs, he pressed back and forth. “Done. But if you’d like me to continue, Leera?”

      “Huh?”

      “Should I continue?”

      Was he giving her an out, or was this another part of his twisted game? Either way, she wouldn’t consent. She shook her head, slumping to the table.

      He huffed as he withdrew his hand. The cuffs loosened then released from her wrists. “Leera.”

      Where was she? In a warehouse with a warped Federal agent, who was employed by Homeland Security. She massaged the sore skin of her wrists. Her fingernails had turned blue.

      “Sit.” He pointed to the chair next to her.

      As instructed, she sat, pulled her jacket closed to cover up and crossed her arms. In front of her on the table was a pile of photos with one flipped facedown and a laptop.

      What on earth did this disturbed agent want with her? “Why am I here?”

      “Do you know what brought two of the men on the boards together?” He sat across from her.

      Behind her, one of the photos was of an Ancient. At least, that was what the zombies over a hundred years old called themselves...or so she’d heard. His gaze held sadness. Had she seen him somewhere? TV maybe? Who was this undead, and what did he have to do with her, Peter and Rowley?

      She got what he was implying. “Geography and or me. Since I’m here, I’m assuming you mean me.” It wasn’t like she controlled where her family lived. Rowley grew up in the house next door with his uncle, his guardian.

      “Very good, Leera.” He pushed back in his seat, shades resting on his head. He removed them and set them on the table. “We should start with Rowley McKie. Isn’t he the reason your parents agreed to ship you to Paris to study cooking?” He chuckled.

      Not even. Her parents saw her as the failure. However, said just that way, it would make sense. “No, not exactly. My reckless behavior with him convinced my parents it was in my best interest to study abroad.” She’d spread her legs was how her father had put it.

      “As far as I am aware, it takes two to make a baby.” The corner of his eyes narrowed. “It’s unfortunate what happened, painful and irreversible.”

      At eighteen, an ectopic pregnancy in her ovary had nearly killed her. In typical Waltz family style, they covered it up with fake appendicitis. She had lost a baby and an ovary. And all her father, the good senator, cared about was being publically embarrassed. Why she had let them muzzle her from telling Rowley the truth, she couldn’t even rationalize now.

      “All that seemed behind you when you met your husband, Jean. He didn’t mind that you were damaged. Bet you never revealed McKie was the reason or father. When your husband died in such an unfortunate accident, McKie’s interest piqued anew. Can’t blame the man.”

      She was Jean’s world. He’d given her everything she had asked for and more. Rowley couldn’t live up to how Jean had adored her, and yet she couldn’t keep away from him, even while married. Depraved and sick was the name of the game she had played with Rowley. Jean had given her safety and comfort and she’d craved Rowley’s poison, which hurt her husband. What kind of person did that make her? Not a good one.

      “We can’t forget your brother in all this. You and Peter grew up quite adept at lying for your father, covering up his affairs and violent fits to protect him–the Waltz’s public image. You hated it though, wanted nothing to do with it. So poor Peter had to do all the heavy lifting, while you played the free spirit. After you were shipped away for your own good, Peter and McKie grew even tighter. Do you think he did it to keep the man at bay from poor, broken Lee-lee? Whatever his motives were, Peter started to recruit supporters on Capitol Hill to help McKie’s terrorist organization and cover up his illegal activities.”

      “Peter would never.” Her brother didn’t like the undead, but he believed in the laws of the country. Could that have all been an act? Was this the reason Peter decided against running for the senate? He always said he would by forty. And yet, nothing. Rowley was always a troubled soul and he never truly answered her questions about what he was up to.

      He tossed photos on top of each other of Peter with Rowley. Counting money, handing over thick envelops to senators and a few big-name lobbyists.

      “Just because he didn’t plant the bombs doesn’t mean he didn’t take part in the preparation and funds to ensure someone else did.” He flipped up the laptop screen and tapped the keyboard.

      “How’s Lee-lee?” Rowley’s voice came from the speaker. All these years later and he still called her that. It had bothered her husband, but she had never wanted him to stop.

      “Not well. She hasn’t even begun to deal with her emotions. Don’t push her,” Peter responded.

      “Pete, I want the best for her. Me. You should want that too.” Rowley’s tone lowered. “You know I’ll take good care of her. We both know she needs that.”

      A huff. “But you can’t. The authorities are always breathing down your neck.” Anger peaked in Peter’s tone. “She deserves better than the crap we grew up in. If you love her, you should want that for her too.”

      “I’m nothing like your self-righteous and two-faced father.” His tone held a hard edge. “I’m paying you to...what?”

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