Chapters (61)
- Rake
- Dedication
- Book Description
- Praise For Helen Hardt
- Also By Helen Hardt
- Warning
- Prologue
- Zee
- Reid
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- A Note From Helen
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“And you think I’m going to give her a piece.”
“Nah. I think you’re going to take a piece, if you haven’t already.” Rock laughed again.
“I’d say you know me too well, but you really don’t,” I said. “Since we really only just met a few weeks ago.”
“I read the tabloids. I know all about you, Reid. The Wolfe of Wall Street.”
I cleared my throat. “Actually, it’s the Wolfe of Manhattan.”
“My bad.” Rock chuckled again. “So what’s the plan with Nieves?”
“I’m going to pump her for info.”
“You sure that’s all you’re going to pump?”
“For God’s sake, Rock.”
“Am I wrong?” He laughed again.
“You know, most guys wouldn’t want their little brothers poking their castoffs.”
He guffawed. Literally. It even sounded like guffaw.
“Nieves Romero is a hot little number and a fucking lioness between the sheets. She’s nothing compared to what I have with Lace, but bro, if she’s offering—and I’d bet your father’s fortune she is—go for it.”
“What if I’ve already poked that?”
Another guffaw. “Wouldn’t surprise me.”
“Is there anything else you wanted to tell me?” I asked. “I’ve got a hot number waiting for me in the bar, and yeah, she’s been innuendoing all evening.”
“Lacey wanted me to ask you to go easy on Zee,” he said.
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“We’re all leaving tomorrow, but you’ll still be here. We want her cooperation, but not at the cost of her mental health.”
“You seriously think I’d do something untoward to her? To one of our father’s victims?”
“No, no. Of course not. It’s just… Your way of getting your way is usually…you know. Sexual.”
He wasn’t wrong. “I believe I can seduce her,” I said.
“I believe you can too. That’s not the point. The question is whether you should.”
“Look,” I said. “I feel just as bad for Zee as the rest of you do. She had the shitty luck to come into contact with Derek Wolfe, and she paid the price. But if we look at it another way, she was actually really lucky. She lived through the ordeal, and as far as we know, no one else did.”
“Doesn’t mean she owes us anything.”
“Did I say that? But all of our lives are on the line here, including your wife’s. We’re all implicated, and if Zee has information that would clear us, we need it.”
“She doesn’t have that kind of info, Reid,” Rock said. “All she has is her own story.”
“Which will prove what kind of guy Dad was, and that there were many more out there who wanted him dead.”