East Bound by Nana Malone (best value ebook reader .txt) 📗

they find out you're giving us the location, that's trouble for you. I can protect you. I can keep you safe."

"You just get down there. Find what you find and leave me out of it."

I had no idea what the hell I was going to find at the address, but I wasn't dumb enough to go by myself.

Yes, you are. Except if you go by yourself and find something, Denning's going to ream you a new asshole.

Besides, Amelia was my boss. So if there was something to be found, I'd rather she be the one to get the credit. Not Denning.

I marched swiftly down to her office. She looked up from her computer the moment I banged on her doorjamb. "What bee's flown into your knickers?"

"Ryder Stone. He's a fence I met when East was helping me on the forgery case. He just called me."

Amelia cocked her head. "A fence? Jesus."

"Well, an ex-fence. Except I'm not sure how ex he is. Anyway, the point is he just called me and gave me an address. Told me that I'd find something very fascinating there. Want to take a ride?"

She lifted her brow. "Nyla? There are procedures and policy."

"We don't know anything. Right now, we're following a lead. A fishing expedition. Any problems, we’ll call for backup. But please, please, please, dear God, please, don't make me give this to Denning just yet."

Amelia sighed. "I don't want to be in the middle."

"Um, I'm sorry, but I got you in the divorce."

She shook her head. "Yeah, but he's got custody."

I sighed. "Look, this is on the up and up, okay? I just knew better than to go by myself."

Amelia sighed. "I suppose that's progress."

"Well, not exactly. I knew I'd be in a shitload of trouble if I went on my own. And you're my supervisor now, so I don't want to make you look bad."

She shook her head. "Jesus, Nyla."

"What? I’m getting better, I swear."

We were there within twenty minutes.

And sure enough, the sign outside said it was a car park. But as we went around the back, there were no cars, no attendants, not even a rolling door where people would drive their cars in.

There were no cars being stored there.

Amelia frowned. "Without a warrant, there's not much we can do."

"I know. Maybe we can just look inside a window."

"Ny?"

"What? We're here. Just give me a boost, would you?"

She stood there, hand on her hip, muttering curses at me. But sure enough, she followed me to the window and clasped two hands together, interlocking them and giving me a landing for my boot. I stepped up, praying all the while as she boosted me. And at the top, my prayers were answered.

Mostly I saw crates. Crates upon crates upon crates. But in the corner, there were several that were unboxed. Art. Paintings to be specific, and one or two of them looked familiar. That corner of the room had a long table, white linens placed on top. It was cleaner than the other parts of the warehouse. There were gloves on the table as well.

For handling precious items?

And what was that painting that was under glass? Holy shit.

Amelia lowered me down. "What do you see?"

Instead of answering her, I just locked my hands and hoisted her so she could see for herself. When she whistled quietly, I lowered her down, panting as I smiled. "Well, what's our next move boss?"

She grinned. "Now we call for back up. It looks like there is millions of dollars’ worth of stolen art stored in there."

Chapter 25

Nyla

East dropped me off at work. He’d insisted on driving that ridiculously flashy sports car. “You recognize this is unnecessary right?”

“So you're saying I can't drop my girlfriend off at work?”

I flushed and shifted on my feet. “I wouldn’t dare say such a thing.”

He leaned against the door and pulled me into his arms, wrapping them around me. “And now, you're going to kiss me in front of everyone.”

I laughed. “You don't have to do this you know.”

“Oh, but I think I do. How else is everyone supposed to know that you're taken if I don't piss all over you.”

I choked out a laugh. “That's disgusting. Please don't piss all over me.”

He laughed. “Hey, don't knock my kink.”

I couldn't help it. I snorted. “If that is your real kink, you know, I'm trying to be good, giving and game and all that. But I couldn't have you actually pissing on me. Not my kink. But maybe, warm tea would suffice?”

It was his turn to snort. “I saw that episode of Sex and the City too. We’ll need to do a full re-watch together. You recognize if you tell anyone I watched that, I will deny it.”

Before I knew what was happening, he pulled me in for a deep, lingering kiss. The kind of kiss that made my toes curl as his tongue licked into my mouth, as his fingertips pressed into the top of my arse, bringing me more firmly against his cock. The same cock that had woken me up twice in the middle of the night and first thing that morning.

East drove his hand into my hair, tousling the loose curls and kissing me like he owned me in front of the world.

When he released me, I was so dazed I couldn't even drag my eyes open. When I was finally able to force myself to blink, I stared at him. “What was that for?”

“You said you didn't like pissing. So that was the best I could do under the circumstances.”

“Right. That was much better than pissing.”

“I aim to please. Now, get your little sexy arse inside and Interpol things.”

“You recognize that's not a verb, right?”

He smirked. “Sure it is.”

“No, love, it's not,” I said with a laugh.

“I could have sworn you said it was.”

He was teasing me. East Hale was teasing me. And I loved every second of it.

Because you are whipped.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the stern,