Bulletproof Billionaire. Mallory Kane

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СКАЧАТЬ to get close to Senegal, we may be able to find the missing piece linking the Cajun mob with Ricardo Gonzalez and his Scorpions.”

      “I thought the South American rebels had disappeared.”

      “For the moment,” McMullin said.

      Then he continued. “Odds are that there’s a connection between the mob and the rebels. If Senegal is supplying the drug to the prostitutes, he’s got to be getting it from somewhere. That’s our primary goal—to find out where it’s coming from and stop it.”

      Conrad Burke glanced at his watch. “Okay. That’s it. Keep your cell phones with you and report anything unusual.”

      Alexander McMullin nodded, then headed toward the rear of the building where the trucks were serviced. Seth and Philip Jones exited through Seth’s office. As they parted in the parking lot, Jones grinned at Seth.

      “You decide you can’t handle the widow alone, give me a call, you hear?”

      “Yeah right. Like your bride would let you do that. Don’t worry,” Seth tossed back. “I can handle her.” He kissed his fingertips in a continental gesture and put on his accent. “She is like a fine wine, and I intend to sample that wine today.”

      Jones laughed and saluted Seth, then got into his car and drove away.

      BACK INSIDE the secret offices of New Orleans Confidential, Conrad Burke sat down and nodded at his friend to take a chair.

      “No luck?”

      Harrison dropped into the chair and wearily scrubbed his hands over his face. His gray eyes were dull as gunmetal, his granite-jawed face haggard. “Nothing. I showed some pictures of Lily to the prostitute who pleaded, but she can’t—or won’t—confirm whether she’d seen her.”

      “But the undercover cop Seymour confirmed it was your daughter?”

      Harrison nodded. “I talked to Gillian Seymour myself. She’s positive. That means Lily was at the club. She was—” Harrison stopped and rubbed his eyes.

      Conrad studied the former CIA agent. He’d been a legend in the company, dependable, ruthless and devoted to his job. Maybe too devoted at times, but right now he looked like any worried father. His seventeen-year-old daughter was missing, and Detective Gillian Seymour, an undercover cop planted in the bordello, had identified Lily as one of the young prostitutes involved with the use of Category Five. Thinking about his own precious children, Conrad understood Harrison’s desperation. If one of his children were missing or into drugs, he’d be frantic.

      Conrad was torn. He needed Harrison’s experience and his ruthless determination, but he couldn’t take the chance that Harrison’s worry over his daughter’s safety might compromise Confidential’s investigation.

      “Look Tan, if you need to spend your time looking for Lily, I’ll understand.”

      The gunmetal eyes flashed with silver glints. “No way, Conrad. My child is out there. Alone, possibly hurt, and these scumbags are responsible. I have too big a stake in the outcome of this investigation. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m going to bring these bastards down, and find my daughter in the process.”

      ADRIENNE LOOKED PAST Seth in horror, her gaze riveted on the enormous shiny motorcycle parked in front of her home. She’d expected the red convertible he’d driven last night. “What is that?”

      Seth grinned, his hazel eyes twinkling and his hair picking up golden highlights from the sun. “It’s a genuine American-made motorcycle. A Harley-Davidson.”

      “I know what it is. I mean, what are you doing with it? Where’s your convertible?”

      “I bought this beauty this morning. Impulse purchase. It’s an antique, a collector’s item.” He patted the helmet he had tucked under his arm. “It came with two helmets, too.”

      Speechless, Adrienne stared at the man who had fascinated her last night with his odd accent and designer clothes, and frightened her by coming on too strong, too fast.

      Today he looked even more dangerous. Dressed in snug black jeans, a black T-shirt that hinted at excellent abs, and motorcycle boots that probably cost as much as a bottom-of-the-line compact car, he resembled the ultimate bad boy from a cult TV series.

      Biting her lip nervously, Adrienne tore her gaze away from the tight, revealing front of his jeans.

      Earlier this morning, as Adrienne was dressing to go to St. Cecilia’s Nursing Home to visit her mother and spend some time helping with recreational activities for some of the residents, Tony had called and grilled her about Seth Lewis. Trying to be noncommittal, Adrienne had given Tony an abridged version of her opinion. Seth was probably nouveau riche, not shy about wearing or driving his money.

      Last night, the red Mercedes sports convertible had gone perfectly with his sharp designer suit. This morning, as much as she hated to admit it, the motorcycle fit his wild appearance.

      When Tony had pressed her, asking why Seth had stayed after everyone else had gone, Adrienne had told him about their date.

      Tony warned her to be careful today. “You know how to keep your mouth shut,” he’d said. “I’m not so sure I trust that guy. So listen, don’t talk.”

      Returning to the present, she realized Seth’s gaze was roaming over her body. He took his time, starting at her pink-painted toes peeking out of her multicolored espadrilles, up her bare calves to the pale-pink capri pants and on to the sleeveless top that barely covered her midriff.

      She felt her body respond. The thrill that coiled through her and settled in her deepest core was shocking. She couldn’t stop the tightening of her breasts. Her nipples ached and her knees grew weak. Had she ever felt like this in the presence of a man before? She didn’t think so.

      Like last night, she had the heady, reckless urge to flirt with him. “I supposed you think I’m overdressed.”

      He smiled. “I do, but it’s more a matter of quantity than style.”

      Her face flamed with heat as his meaning sunk in.

      “Let’s go.”

      “I can’t ride that thing.” Adrienne eyed the narrow leather seat and the powerful engine with apprehension.

      For an instant Seth’s features hardened, but he quickly covered with a grin. “Sure you can, princess. There’s nothing like the freedom of a bike. All that power vibrating between your thighs, the speed, the feeling that nothing can hold you back.”

      An unfamiliar yearning fluttered through her at his suggestive words. She had never ridden a motorcycle in her life. But she’d watched movies and seen kids on the streets and wondered. The idea of sitting with her body pressed against Seth Lewis’s back and her arms around his muscled abdomen while the wind whipped around them was seductive. Very seductive.

      It wouldn’t be as much fun as it seemed—she knew that. Nothing ever was. But she wanted to try it.

      She ran a hand down the side of her neck where a muscle twitched. “Okay. What do I do?”

      Before she knew it she was wearing a helmet СКАЧАТЬ