by Karin Tabke
Sophia closed the doors behind Grace and turned to face the room. “I’m not leaving this room, Bill.” She stalked past Jax and sat down in the chair her daughter had vacated. Imperiously, she crossed her arms and legs, then looked hard at Shane, Dante, then Jax. “Not until you tell me what’s going on. I want full disclosure.”
Jax looked to the senator. It was his call.
He nodded.
“Full disclosure it is then,” Jax started. “Sir, if we may, I’d like to put the photograph and who’s behind it aside for the moment.”
“I think not,” Maksim said. “That photograph has to be dealt with immediately.”
Jax looked to Shane and Dante.
“I think you should hear Miss Cassidy out,” Shane said. “It might change our approach.”
“Go ahead, Miss Cassidy,” the senator said.
“I was offered the contract on Grace last night,” Jax stated.
A collective gasp went up in the room.
“By who?” Sophia demanded as she absently fingered her hair along her neck.
Jax wanted to smirk and say, “Your son. Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?” Instead, she looked at the senator. When he nodded, she said, “An assassin who has connections to the organization who has threatened the senator. But at the last minute, I was called off.”
Sophia stood and faced her husband. “What kind of threats against you, Bill? And why is this organization still in existence?”
“It’s complicated, Sophia. I only allowed you to believe there was a mild threat so as not to worry you. As I see you are now.”
“How can you not inform me of serious threats against you?” She wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck and hugged him to her. “Bill, please, let me in. I need to know what is happening so I can help.”
He caught her in the circle of his arms and smiled sadly down at her. “It’s much bigger than the both of us, darling. It’s why I called in Miss Cassidy and her team. We’ re going to flush the bastards out and fight fire with fire.”
“Did these bad people take that photograph of Grace?” she asked.
“We don’t know,” Shane said. “I went to speak with LeVech last night. He wasn’t home. We’ re going back there when we wrap up here.”
“My money is on Mercer,” Maksim said, shaking his head in disgust. “He has the most to gain by this. And unless we find a way around this mess, he’s going to be the next senator.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of it, Alex. My money is on Lazarus,” Rowland stated.
Sophia made a small sound, bringing Jax’s gaze to her. Absently, the woman rubbed her hair again. Why the sudden nervousness?
“He said three weeks,” Sophia softly said, interrupting Jax’s thoughts.
Before she could respond, Rowland did.
“How do you know that, Sophia?” Rowland asked, startling Jax. Sophia looked like a deer caught in headlights. Her perfectly painted pink lips formed a perfect O. “How do you know about Lazarus?” Rowland asked his wife again.
Sophia closed her mouth and straightened to rigid. She looked hard at everyone in the room, except her husband. When she finally did meet his gaze, she had the grace to blush. Jax didn’t buy the act. Delicately, Sophia cleared her throat. “I was worried about you, Bill. I overheard a conversation last month between you and a man you called Lazarus. Since that conversation, you have been walking around as if ghosts lurked around every corner.” She looked to Jax and her team, then at Maksim and back to her husband. “When you became so secretive and hired these people for protection, I assumed the worst. I see I was right.”
Rowland swiped his hand across his face. “You know how I feel about subterfuge, Sophia!”
“It’s not like I’m the enemy here, Bill! I’m your wife, and as your wife I will do anything and everything to protect you. Even if that means snooping around.”
Jax watched his face crumble. He was on the verge of complete collapse.
“Sir,” Jax began, “I suggest you allow us to take Grace into protective custody. Not only for her safety, but for yours and Mrs. Rowland’s peace of mind. Until this is over.”
“I think that’s a good idea,” Maksim said. “Then we can concentrate on this campaign.”
Rowland sat down behind his desk and looked solemnly around the room. “I’m not sure if I have the stomach for this anymore.”
Sophia Rowland stood up, strode over to a carved mahogany sideboard and opened it. She deftly poured what looked like a healthy shot of whiskey into a crystal tumbler and threw it back. She then grabbed a pack of cigarettes off the table and lit up. Irritated, she blew a long stream of blue smoke into the middle of the room. Then she began to pace the Aubusson carpet. “Bill, jump ship if you insist. But I’ ll be damned if I’m going to allow Johnny Mercer to push you out this way. He is the lowest of life-forms! How dare he use such underhanded methods?” Sophia turned on them all. “Has there been any word from him? A demand?”
Rowland nodded. Jax cursed under her breath and moved in closer. “You heard from him and didn’t inform us?”
“I was going to get to it. I received a cryptic email this morning, simply telling me to back out.”
“Let me see it,” Jax said, moving in on his laptop. The senator pulled up the email. The sender, [email protected], was probably a dummy addy. As the senator had indicated, the email simply read
back out now
Jax pulled her iPhone from her pocket. “Senator, please forward the email to [email protected].” He did so. A moment later, she checked her account and forwarded the email to Naomi with instructions to find out where it had originated. Who knew? Maybe they’d get lucky.
But she seriously doubted it.
“Could be anything, from anyone,” Shane said.
“It’s Mercer,” Sophia said, stubbing out her cigarette.
“Why are you so sure?” Jax asked.
Sophia looked to her husband, then to Jax, then to the ceiling.
“I’ ve had a few unsettling encounters with the man.”
“What kind of ‘unsettling encounters’ ?” Jax asked.
“Sophia, why is this news to me?” Rowland asked.
Sophia inhaled a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. “This seems to be our day of reckoning, isn’t it?” She lit another cigarette. “I, too, have kept secrets to protect you, Bill.” She inhaled and slowly exhaled, then casually waved her hand. “He propositioned me last year. I rebuked him, of course. He didn’t take too kindly to it. Especially when I told him a lowly mayor didn’t interest me.” She looked at her husband and smiled apologetically. “He made a few more vain attempts until, finally, I became stern with him and told him if he continued to pursue me, I’d expose him.”
Sophia looked directly at Jax. “He, of course, warned me that he would do whatever it took to see Bill humiliated.” She raised her glass, and in a rather dramatic salute said, “And so it has come to pass.”
The senator and Maksim started speaking at once. Jax held up her hand. “Are you implying,” she loudly said to be heard over all their voices, “that Johnny Mercer went to all of this trouble because you wouldn’t have sex with him?”
Sophia looked indignant. “Men have waged war over sex since the beginning of time.”
Jax gave the haughty socialite a quick up and down. She was fifty-two, a very well-preserved fifty-two at that, but Johnny Mercer struck Jax as the type who liked his women young, blonde and stupid.
Sophia was not young, and certainly not stupid.
Jax stared hard at Sophia. “What else are you not telling us?”
Sophia waved her manicured hand. “Why is it so hard to accept what I just told you?”
“You don’t seem like Mercer’s type to me,” Jax said. “The motives you’ ve given seem too petty for a man so driven.”
“Sophia,” Rowland sternly said, “what else?”
She shook her head and pursed her lips. “Last fall, before he declared he was running again
st you, I agreed to hostess a soiree for the Treasure Island Foundation. You were in D.C. and since it was for one of your pet causes. I didn’t think you would mind, so I agreed.”
“And the press leaked the night before he was running,” Rowland said. “I remember now.”
“Yes, well, I couldn’t be his hostess. I backed out. He lost face and tens of thousands of dollars and the developer he was wooing to revitalize Treasure Island.”
“So, it’s more like straight tit for tat then?” Jax almost laughed at the pun.
“I assure you, if it is Mercer, he’s not going to get away with this! None of it,” Rowland said, pouring himself a glass of whiskey despite the morning hour. It hadn’t taken long to relight a fire under Rowland. Jax was relieved. Despite what was happening, he did not strike her as a man who would quit anything, not while he still had a breath in his body.
“Maybe he already has, darling,” Sophia said.
“What? You’ re changing your tune already? Are you suggesting I back out of this election?”
“I’m suggesting you take Calhoun up on his offer.”
Rowland and Sophia stared at each other, while Jax processed Sophia’s words. Was she saying? . . .
“He’s made his choice,” Rowland snapped.
“Only because you turned him down,” his wife reminded him.
“I’m not rehashing this, Sophia. We settled this matter long ago. Don’ t—”
“No, you don’ t,” Sophia snapped back at her husband. “We need this now. Give Mercer what he wants and you can have more.”
Shane leaned forward and spoke in Jax’s ear. “Richard Calhoun, the GOP presidential front-runner?”
Jax nodded, then asked, “That’s who you are talking about, isn’t it? Richard Calhoun?”
Sophia nodded. “The one and only.”
“It would solve a lot of our problems, Bill,” Maksim said.
“The choice has been made. There’s no going back.”
“Bill,” Sophia pleaded. “There is still time. There won’t be an announcement until next week. Please reconsider.”
“What offer?” Jax asked.
“Vice president of the United States,” Sophia Rowland declared triumphantly.
Holy shit.
Senator Rowland scowled. “I told them I wasn’t interested. I’m still not.”
“How could you not be interested in the veep job?” Jax asked.
Rowland sat down behind his desk. “I can do more as a senator than as a lame duck vice president.” He rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes, then looked at them with bleary eyes. “It’s a moot point. Calhoun has chosen his running mate. My only concern now is to salvage my daughter’s reputation, get reelected to a fourth term as U.S. senator if it’s still possible, and get Joseph Lazarus off my back. Now, tell me how we’ re going to do that?”
“For starters, we take Grace into protective custody.” Jax looked to Dante. “Can you arrange that?” He nodded. “Good, then Shane and I will head over to speak with LeVech. If he’s in this alone, we’ re golden. If not, we’ ll find out who he’s sleeping with and go from there.”
“What about Mercer?” Sophia asked.
“First things first, Mrs. Rowland. There’s no sense in getting his antennae up if he has nothing to do with this. He’s being watched. If he blows his nose, we’ ll know it.”
“I agree,” Rowland said.
“Then let’s get to it,” Jax said, heading for the door.
“He’s dead,” she whispered as they approached LeVech’s front door.
“Who?” Shane asked.
“LeVech,” Jax murmured.
The front door creaked open against the late morning breeze. Shane pulled his pistol. Jax shook her head. “You won’t need that.”
Shane looked at her like she was crazy and kept his weapon drawn. First Shane entered. Almost immediately, she heard him cursing.
The blood scent was so strong, so pungent, that it clogged her nostrils. As she stepped into the foyer, she nearly gagged. Blood splattered in high arches across the soft green walls. Lying naked in a pool of his blood was LeVech, his groin mutilated.
“Whoever did this was pissed,” Jax said as she stepped to the fringes of the room where there was no blood. Farther down in the short hallway was a woman lying facedown in her blood, her neck severed so severely that it lay at a ninety-degree angle from her shoulders.
Other than the two bodies and the blood, the house looked to be in perfect order. “From the lividity, it looks like maybe twelve hours. What time did you arrive last night?”
“Right after midnight,” Shane said.
It was noon, so the couple must have arrived home shortly after Shane’s visit. Whoever had done this to them hadn’t been far behind.
“Jesus. This runs us straight into a wall,” Jax said, walking the perimeter in order to stay out of the blood.
She squatted and looked closer at LeVech. Her skin crawled. “Look,” she said, pointing to the groin injury. “It looks like claw marks. Like an animal did this.”
“Or made to look like an animal did it,” Shane said.
“Mercer or Lazarus?”
Shane looked pointedly at Jax. “One has a senatorial seat to gain, and the other stands to lose it.”
“Let’s go chat with Johnny Mercer.”
“But first let’s go through the place and make sure there is nothing that can link LeVech to any Rowland,” Shane said.
Less than an hour later, with not one thread to tie to any one of the Rowlands, Jax called in the details to Naomi, who called the cops on a blocked number. When Jax hung up, she looked up at Shane. “Let’s get out of here.”
As they drove back to the city, Shane looked over from the steering wheel and asked, “How did you know they were dead before we got out of the car?”
She swallowed hard but didn’t flinch away from the question. “I could smell them.”
“How?” Shane asked, eyeing her cryptically.
“I-I got some of Cross’s souped-up blood in me. Apparently, it makes me more aware.”
“Jesus, Cassidy. What if he has AIDS or something?”
She looked over at him. “Trust me, that is the least of my worries.”
He opened his mouth to ask her more, but she shook her head. “Shane, after last night, I’m pretty sure Cross is going to make an introduction. I need you to trust me when it comes to handling him.”
“I trust you. It’s him I don’t trust.”
“That makes two of us.”
Twenty-Four
When Jax rolled into her room at sunset, she was startled to find Cross sitting at the small desk, casually playing solitaire on her laptop. Lucky for her she didn’t keep anything confidential on it.
She scowled.
Why wasn’t she surprised?
“I invite you in once, and now you think you’ re welcome anytime?” She was hot, tired and, damn it, horny. Mercer hadn’t been reachable; he was out on his yacht, Foreplay—she couldn’t help her mental snort at the name—and due back later tonight. She and Shane would be waiting for him. First, however, she was taking a few hours to clean up and rest up. “What are you doing here?”
Cross turned those laconic eyes of his on her and smiled, showing just the barest hint of his fangs. Apparently, he wasn’t even going to try and hide what he was any longer. Absently, she rubbed the spot on her neck where those fangs had spent so much time last night. Along with the desire that flooded her, however, part of her mind was on business. How many other vampires were there? What did it take to destroy them? Or love them. She was afraid if she asked, he’d close up, emotionally and physically.
That was the last thing she wanted him to do. His gaze traveled over her body; she couldn’t have controlled the warmth that spread through her or the tightening of her skin even if her life had been at stake. He did things to her no other man ever had, and she doubted ever would.
“Angry because I didn’t stay for bre
akfast?” he asked.
She shrugged and dropped her handbag on the bed. She needed a drink. “I didn’t figure you for the type that did mornings.”
He slowly stood. She moved past him to look out the window. The sun blazed a red glow over the city. When he moved behind her, Jax held her breath. He brushed her hair from her neck and lowered his lips to her ear. “I would if I could.”
She steeled herself against him. Sex with him again, no matter how incredible, was not a good idea. More sex would just complicate things . . . even more. She moved away, yanked open the sliding glass door, and stepped out into the balmy San Francisco dusk.
He followed her.
“I have a proposition for you, Jax Cassidy,” he said.
She didn’t dare turn around. She didn’t trust herself.
“I’m listening.”
“Me and you team up and take care of a little business down in L.A. tomorrow night.”
His hands pressed against the back of her shoulders and slowly began to rub. She closed her eyes. The day’s tension strained her muscles. What she needed was a good hot soak in the tub and a full body massage. And a glass of really nice merlot. Or . . .
She bit back a moan of pleasure. Or she needed more of what Cross was doing. His big hands dug into her skin, his fingers moving across her bunched muscles, loosening them.
“What kind of business?”
“Solution business.”
Jax stiffened. And waited.
This was it.
His big hands massaged her forearms and her biceps, then moved once more to her shoulders, to her neck. He dug his fingers into her hair and massaged her scalp. She fought the urge to lean back into him and let him do that to her entire body. He pushed her head to the left, then the right, releasing more tension. But a different type of tension was building in her loins. His fingers moved around to her waist, then her hips. He pressed softly against her back.
“Are you saying—” She gulped when his hands cupped the cradle of her hips and pressed her against him. She felt the sharp ridge of his erection against the small of her back. “—what I think you’ re saying?”