Talking With Ghosts: Part 1 (a Tomb of Ashen Tears Book 7) by Kailee Reese Samuels

Talking With Ghosts: Part 1 (a Tomb of Ashen Tears Book 7) by Kailee Reese Samuels

Author:Kailee Reese Samuels [Samuels, Kailee Reese]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781954477018
Publisher: The Sugargrove Book Company
Published: 2022-03-30T16:00:00+00:00


The Master

I’m bent over in the Demon sucking pink sugar off my leather seats with a loud ass vacuum when Dante grabs my ass. I know it’s Dante because no one else I know has an extra-large hand that would be grabbing my butt. I duck out of the vehicle and kill the vacuum.

With a lack of fanfare, I announce, “You’re back.”

“I am, Chou,” he says as I shut the door. “And you are mad.”

I quickly walk to the garage, dump the contents of the vacuum, and hang it up for another use. “I need a shower.”

He doesn’t ask to join me, but says, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey whatever,” I scoff, setting my jaw. “It’s after nine. You’ve been gone since eight this morning. Who am I to wonder what the fuck you’ve been doing for thirteen hours?”

I spin into the house and spot Mae on the sofa. “Uh oh. Bedtime for me.”

I nod. “Probably a good idea.”

She knows I am pissed.

I take a long shower, toss on a pair of lightweight navy blue lounge pants, and check on both of the girls before heading downstairs to my study for a long night of research on Kaneshiro Noboru.

It’s my job watching her ass—up here on the side of the cliff with the hawk’s eye view. If he’s too close to her ass-ets, he’ll be in my scope by dawn. Obviously, I won’t be in Japan to pull the trigger, but there is always a guy who knows a guy who will do anything for the right price.

I don’t bother to turn on the lights. The owl nightlights will be plenty with the four machines glowing in my face. I’m carrying my water bottle and a fresh pack of smokes when I trip on a sizable unseen object in the middle of the floor. I stumble and meet the wood up close and personally. We’re getting intimately acquainted. My damn dick is on fire, and I scream bloody murder.

Dante storms into the room and clicks on the light as I spot all of the diamonds. “Motherfucker!”

Now, I start having chest pains.

“Salvatore, what happened?” He reaches for me. “Where did these…oh no…”

I don’t take his hands, but my eyes blink up to his like a lost puppy. “I hurt my dick again.”

“I’ll get the ice.”

“No,” Mae declares from the doorway. “I’ll get the ice for his…”

“Don’t say it!” Dante and I say on cue. We laugh.

I scoop my hand through the diamonds. “I’m ending this and sending Avery a full payment tonight.”

Mae rushes over with the ice pack in tow. “Whoa…that’s a lot of sparkle!”

“Go crash in my room,” I suggest.

Her big eyes watch as I hold the ice pack to my junk and cross my eyes. Fuck, that hurts. “Can I watch your oversized flatscreen, father?”

“Yes, babydoll,” Dante replies. “He will be fine. No worries.”

“No fights, Dads,” she warns, pointing her finger. “Don’t make me play referee.”

“I promise,” I mutter, blowing her a kiss before she runs off. I puff my cheeks out and exhale.



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