Breaking Conviction: A Small Town, Protective Hero Romantic Suspense (Conviction Series Book Three) by Greer Rivers

Author:Greer Rivers [Rivers, Greer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue Ghost Publishing, LLC
Published: 2021-09-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Once inside, Wes cataloged the room, noting the exit to the back hall in the corner, the small stage with a chrome pole, and a pleather couch with a man on his phone. Wes’s hands hung loosely by his hips, ready to engage his Taser at any time. He had a gun too, on his ankle, but that was for emergencies. Andrew Ascot would never constitute a physical emergency.

Wes took the moment to study one of Ashland County’s wealthiest. The harsh glow from the man’s phone put his features in stark relief. Ascot’s face had taken on that oddly smooth feline quality that the rich paid for to hide their age. He might’ve depended on Botox and plastic surgery to fool people, but it seemed he hadn’t bothered with his thinning gray-blond hair or his portly figure.

This was a man who bought, sold, and hurt women. Who played a part in killing Ellie’s best friend, and kidnapping Ellie, Nora and all those other women. A man who was now somehow inextricably intertwined with Naomi’s ex-fiancé. Men who hurt innocents were scum and Wes wasn’t sure what he’d do to Ascot if they didn’t desperately need him to find the mastermind behind the human trafficking in Ashland County.

“Ah, finally. I was wondering if I’d have to order someone els—” Andrew Ascot stood from his pleather seat and Wes took advantage of his momentum, immediately grabbing the man’s fat wrist. Ascot shouted and Wes shoved him against the wall before the man’s wild swing could make contact. With his other hand, Wes slammed the right side of Ascot’s head against the sheetrock. His skull only made a shallow impression in the drywall, but Wes knew he’d been struck hard enough to likely cause disorientation.

Men like Ascot deserved everything they got. They used people up and left them broken in their wake. A simple concussion would never be enough. Wes’s knuckles tingled to beat the pudgy flesh of this monster and unleash his own beast.

Ascot managed to yelp, but the music was so loud in the building, no one outside the small room would hear. These types of rooms were meant to silence the moans coming from inside. Although the confessional’s current groans were being caused by a very different reason.

“Wh-what’s the meaning of this? Who are you?” Ascot’s voice was muffled against the dented wall.

“Let’s do introductions afterward, shall we? I already know who you are, Ascot, and that’s all that matters right now,” Wes answered as he easily applied pressure against Ascot’s neck.

“How did you get past my security?” he screamed and Wes shoved his head into the wall again, cutting off the yell.

“You brought dogs to a building full of pussy. Did you really expect them not to hump everything in sight? Shut the fuck up. Don’t move.”

Wes removed his hand from the man’s wrist and Ascot instantly began to wriggle. Using his knuckle, Wes dug his pointer finger in the man’s exposed temple and got close enough to smell the pungent alcohol on his breath, cloying aftershave, and the acrid scent of urine.

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