No Good Truth (Bad To Be Good, Book 2) by Dana Volney

Author:Dana Volney [Volney, Dana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Createspace
Published: 2017-04-03T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Samson had been quiet all morning, and for the life of her she couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing. Maybe she was losing a step. She certainly had come out of the con last night when he’d handcuffed her to his bed. That was all her living in the here and now. He could’ve asked her if she had amnesia while he was pleasuring her and she’d have spilled her guts to keep him going. Maybe he sensed that. He could be on to her and just biding his time. He was slick like that.

What had she done? She’d just given in. They’d had a moment—the first sincere one since they’d called it quits. She hadn’t been lying; she was sorry for the way things had ended. She wanted him to have closure and for her to feel it, too. But then he’d held her and she couldn’t resist his innocent charm. He’d always been a good guy, the fact that he could still care about her was mind-blowing.

She didn’t know if she could keep this con going now, if she should come clean, or if her lie was endangering the possibility of a real second chance. She might never be able to tell Samson the truth

He’d used the word hate last night—said that she’d hated him. A lump sunk in her stomach. That hadn’t actually been the case. Except the hurt in his voice hadn’t been false. And his strong hands all over her and his command of her body was still well intact. He was wrong about one thing—she’d wanted his hard body covering hers, owning her.

Claire headed straight to office kitchen to make a cup of ginger peach tea. She was ready to save the world today. Last night had restored her hope.

“I have bad news.” Sabene stood by the coffee table that Milo had his feet propped up on—fine Italian leather loafers with a square toe moved side to side as if there was a beat. There was not.

“What’s up?” Samson asked as he took a seat on the big couch, catty-corner to Milo, who was sitting on the matching black leather love seat.

They were going to start looking more into Padarn and his gang today, and that was damn exciting. She wanted to shut down the entire operation.

“Grace’s body was found last night. She’d been left dead in a dumpster four blocks from Club Alegria.”

“No.” Claire dropped her mug in mid pour of hot water. The splay scalded the top of her hand. “Ahhhh!” She blew on the reddening area, turned on the faucet, and stuck her hand under the cold water.

“You okay?” Samson asked.

“Yep.” Nope.

She’d saved dozens last night but not the one soul who made it all possible. Life was never fair.

She watched the water run over her flesh, the sting dissipating.

Grace’s parents flashed in her eyes—their worried stare and slumped shoulders. She’d failed them. She’d failed Grace. She hadn’t done enough. She could’ve done more yesterday. She’d not followed her instincts.

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