Claiming Fifi (A MFM Menage Romance) (Club Menage Book 1) by Tara Crescent

Author:Tara Crescent [Crescent, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-29T16:00:00+00:00

21

Brody:

I wake up early. Fiona’s still asleep next to me, but Adrian’s missing. I get out of bed and head outside, pretty certain I’ll find him on the dock.

I do. He’s sitting at the edge, his feet in the water, a cup of coffee in his hand. “I figured you’d be up soon enough,” he says. “Got you one too.”

“Thanks.” I take a sip. The two of us sit in silence, lost in our own thoughts, until the sound of a car draws me out of my reverie. “Someone’s coming down the lane.”

“After last night, my money’s on Xavier,” Adrian replies.

Sure enough, when the Range Rover pulls up to a stop, Xavier Leforte gets out and heads our way. “So,” he says cautiously as he nears us, “I brought a few bottles of wine as a peace offering. How furious are you?”

“Pretty fucking furious,” Adrian answers evenly. “Start talking, Xavier. No more secrets. Fiona was badly traumatized last night, and you better have a fucking good reason.”

“I didn’t know.” He kicks off his loafers and sits down on the dock. “I promise you, I had no idea.” He stares at the water for several long minutes. “I reviewed the tapes last night. I’m sorry. Had I known she’d react that way, I’d have never offered her the job.”

“Is the job even real?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I think of that particular deflection, but before I can speak, he continues. “In February, Raymond Downing was in Thailand for a two-week vacation. He goes every year. Rents himself a mansion just outside Bangkok. Hires a few girls to pleasure him.”

“Prostitutes.”

Xavier nods grimly. “The girls are poor. They’re feeding their families the only way they know how. They don’t have anyone to complain to if Downing gets a bit rough.”

I draw in a slow, steady breath. “He got too rough?”

“Yes. One of the girls died. Of course, it got swept under the table. Downing bribed some cops, his father pulled a few strings, and everything was hushed up. After all, who cares if a poor prostitute gets killed?”

“Does the senator know?”

Xavier shrugs. “Maybe. Maybe not. Downing is getting his money from somewhere, and his father is the most likely source.”

“He goes every year, you said.” Adrian surveys Xavier steadily. “Was this the first time?”

The Belgian laughs bitterly. “Oh, I very much doubt it. This time though, something was different. Layla was there.”

“Your Layla?”

There’s a brief flicker of pain in his eyes, gone almost before I catch it. “She’s hardly my Layla anymore,” he says, his eyes focused on the water. “She’s working at a non-profit in Bangkok. The dead prostitute’s younger sister worked with Layla. She was crying one day. Layla asked why. One thing led to another, and she found out.”

The sharp, hot edge of my anger blunts a little. Xavier would walk through fire for Layla.

“She was planning to take matters into her own hands,” he says heavily. “If Downing died, his father would move heaven and earth to track his son’s killer down.

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