The Enigma (Unlawful Men #2) Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Unlawful Men Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 151469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
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“Don’t cry, Beau.” Taking my hand, he helps me up from the bed, wiping away the stray tears, his lips straight. He leads us out of his room.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to make us both feel better.” Taking us into his office, he sits down in his big swivel chair and pulls me onto his lap. He slides the remote control from the desk and points it at the screens, and they all come to life at the same time. I expect to see footage from various rooms of his apartment. I don’t. Instead, I see mug shots of men, one on every screen.

“Who are they?” I ask, a chill licking down the length of my spine.

“Those are all the men I have killed.” He snakes a hand onto my tummy and pulls me back, resting his chin on my shoulder.

I swallow, my eyes gliding across the screens slowly, taking in each and every face. All associates of The Bear. I arrive at the final two screens. They’re blank.

“One of them was reserved for the man who covered up your mum’s death.” James clicks a button, and the blank screen is filled.

“Nath,” I breathe, my skin suddenly freezing. “And the other?”

“The other is for the man who ordered it.”

The Bear. James won’t only be getting justice for me—for my mom—he’ll be getting justice for himself. “But no one knows what he looks like,” I say.

“I will soon.”

“What are you going to do, James?”

“I’m going to end this story.”

60

JAMES

Having a private conversation when I’m determined to keep Beau in my sights is tricky. I’ve put her on the couch on the far side of the room and turned on the TV, making sure the surround sound is as loud as can be without raising suspicion. I’m a fool. A total, first-class prick. I accepted that some days ago. I can see by the way she keeps flicking looks across to me where I am in the kitchen that she knows something is about to go down. Plus, I told her I’m about to end this. I need to learn to control my mouth around Beau. But I’m keeping her well out of it. Especially now. While keeping her close, Kel?

My brain spasms as I put in the call, turning my back on Beau so she can’t read my lips, because I know she’ll try. A cop. Of all the women I could fall in love with, I fall in love with a fucking cop. A talented cop. A cop who was destined to become an FBI agent most criminals should fear. And here I am, a criminal, fucking terrified.

He answers, sounding as wary as he should. “Where did that footage come from?” I get straight to the point.

“Fuck you.” And so does he.

I blink slowly, inhaling some patience. “You’re in The Bear’s pocket.”

“Is that what you’re trying to make Beau believe?”

“I didn’t have to try very hard.” I cast my eyes over my shoulder, checking on her. Of course, her eyes are nailed on me. “She trusts me.”

“It’s you who’s in the footage. Fuck, man, are you on another planet?”

Another planet? He’s not far wrong. I feel like I’m in orbit. “I’m in the fucking footage, you moron, because I was trying to fucking save them.” I have to take a few breaths or risk destroying my kitchen in a temper. “But you made sure she didn’t see that bit, didn’t you? I’m coming for you,” I hiss, threat dripping from every word. “Harder than I’ve come for anyone before.” My mind’s reeling, and I slam my phone down harder than I mean to. I turn around and find Beau blinking rapidly. I’d smile, if my face wasn’t straining with fury.

She pops a grape in her mouth, chewing slowly while she regards me. “The end’s going well, then,” she says, looking at me in question. Christ alive, her lightness would be welcome if I didn’t feel so fucking heavy. “Can I help?” she asks, and an unstoppable burst of laughter erupts. But I soon shut my big gob when she looks at me offended. “What’s so funny?” she asks, insulted.

I exhale and stroll over, crouching before her and laying my hand on her tummy. I smile fondly at the flat plane and look up at her. She’s smiling too, and it’s precious. “No,” I say sternly, dropping my smile and stalking back to the kitchen, hearing her huffing as I go. Help me? Someone needs to, but not Beau. “Fuck it,” I whisper. I’m out of options. “Fancy a bath?” I ask.

“Depends if it’s with you.”

“It’s not.”

“Then no.” She turns her attention to the TV and continues popping grapes in her mouth. “You’re not locking me in your glass bathroom in your glass house so you can go on a killing spree, Mr. Glass.”


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