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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“You cornered yourself when you opened your big, fat fucking mouth.”

“I’ve got murderers coming at me from all fucking directions.”

“You were trying to cover your corrupt, stupid fucking ass, you piece of shit.” Brad waves an impatient hand. “Get him the fuck out of here before I stab the fucker in the throat.”

I smile. Brad won’t kill him. He hasn’t had the order.

Flicking my eyes across to Goldie and Otto, I see they’re both looking like fish out of water, confused as fuck, their stares following Spittle’s fat body as it’s dragged with little effort out of the office. I’m a fish out of water too. How I do things. My ways. I’m no showman. I get the job done and move out.

I stall for a moment, thinking. I’m lying to myself. I’m really no different to Brad Black. I’m the biggest showman of them all. How I kill. How I taunt them. How I maintain my illusiveness until that very last second before I end them. The pleasure I take when they realize who I am.

Brad pours himself another drink and sits on the edge of the desk. “So what’s your plan?”

“Kill.”

“What do you need from me? Men?” Brad cocks an eyebrow at Goldie, and she growls.

“Say one word,” she warns lowly, threateningly. “I’ll break your dick off and floss with it.”

“Ooh, she’s a feisty one. Does she bite?”

“She doesn’t bite, she eats whole.”

He smiles, and it’s a smile that could tip Goldie over the edge. “For now, I just need a safe place for Beau to recuperate.” While I plot. “And we need to find this guy,” I say, as Otto slaps a photo of Dexter in front of Brad.

“Dexter Haynes. MPD. His license plate number is on the back.”

Brad nods, and I leave the office, heading back upstairs to Beau. The doctor is still watching her closely, and Esther is changing her sheets. “You don’t have to do that,” I say, approaching, giving Beau a quick look over. She looks no different. No worse, but no better either. My heart sinks. I’m not going anywhere until she’s on her feet, so death will elude The Bear for a little while longer.

“It’s my thing,” Esther says, pulling on a new pillowcase.

“Changing sheets?”

“Faffing.” She smiles and gently lifts Beau’s head, slipping the pillow under, getting her comfortable. “There.” She collects a few things. “Come on, Doctor, I have a few scones in the oven.”

They leave together, and I smile my thanks, settling on the edge of Beau’s bed. I pull the sheets from her legs and take her foot, cupping the back with my spare hand to support it. “Time for your exercises, baby,” I say quietly, slowly starting to bend her leg at the knee and elevate her lower leg in slow, smooth motions, circulating the blood. Up, extend, tuck in, back down. Over and over, at least half hour on each leg. And the whole time, I watch her face.

Waiting.

Hoping.

Praying.

68

BEAU

Walk away from the light. Walk away from the light. Walk away from the light.

There will be no freedom. There will be no happiness. If I walk into the light, there will be no James.

I still and listen, waiting for his touch again, my skin begging for the heat. The only heat I can tolerate. I breathe in through my nose, searching for his unique scent. There it is.

And a heat I’ve come to recognize meets my ankle. My leg rises. Extends. Lowers.

Over and over.

I open my eyes and let out a shallow sob when I see his beautiful, traumatized face above mine. The mere sight injects my useless body with strength. The pain has gone. I can breathe easy. I can see clearly. “I couldn’t find you,” I murmur.

He sighs, coming as close as he can, letting me hug him with one weak arm. My tears are unstoppable, seeping into the threads of his T-shirt. “I’m here,” he whispers. His voice. That in itself is a medicine. “I’m here.” He gently pulls away and spends an age gazing at me, wiping away the tears. He looks so troubled. “Do you remember what happened, Beau?”

I divert my eyes, shying away from the memories his question spikes. “Dexter,” I say quietly, seeing a vivid image of his hostile expression the moment before he disappeared out of the door. I haven’t the capacity or strength to try and unravel it all. Not now.

I suddenly feel empty, but the emptiness feels deeper. More profound. I look at my stomach. Empty. “I’m not pregnant anymore,” I say quietly, looking up at James. “Am I?”

He can only shake his head, his throat swelling. The emptiness multiplies, and I rest my head back on the pillow, looking at the ceiling. James may appear as sad as I feel, but I can sense his need for justice. “Where’s Lawrence?”


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