Page 17 of Ruthless Ambition
Charlie chuckled as I heard him moving about. “Ah, Angel,” he said with delight. “How is your little Dracula?”
“Annoying,” I snapped back. “Text me when you get there. Make sure the attention-seeking bitch has made no calls.”
“Thought we tapped her phones?” Charlie said with his normal drawl.
“We did, which is why I saidcheck.” I hung up.
It was said that the friendships you made in college were friendships for life. I wasn’t one for friendships, but the four guys who were Devils with me in college were still in my life now. Owen was a sports reporter. Charlie looked as if he had more muscle than brains, and if you thought that, then you were mistaken. Jer played pro football, and I was his agent, obviously, and Cooper, well, Coop had his own special skill set.
Making another call as I drove back to Nashville, I waited impatiently for Bill to answer. Bill was an unrelated uncle, but he and my real uncle were in business together. Bill built a security company that did everything from home security systems to personal safes, and my uncle financed it. A fact that my younger brothers had taken advantage of during their days of playing detective.
Bill was good people, and I am sure he suspected that I abused his security systems on a regular basis, but he hadn’t caught me yet.
“Onyx, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he greeted me with his usual cheerfulness.
“Hey, Bill, how’s things?”
“Ahh, asking how I am,” he teased. “You must need something.”
That made me grin. “Need you to check the system at the Fitzpatricks’.”
“No can do, they terminated the contract.”
Crazy fucking bitch. “Don’t tell me, Sasha blamed me.”
“She did mention that she felt she was being watched,” he said, and I could hear how uncomfortable he was.
“She wishes she was being watched,” I answered. “Thought this may be the case. Thanks, Bill.”
“Sure, glad to see the back of them, to be honest.”
Yeah, I would be too. I just needed to hammer the point home to Clark’sagent.
Once I arrived in Belle Meade, I got to Fitzpatrick’s home in good time. His house was palatial and had far too much glass for a wife who complained about her privacy being violated.
Charlie was already there, I saw as I passed his car and headed inside. I walked into the house, ignoring the housekeeper as I passed her. I knew where Sasha would be, and I didn’t need directions, having been here more than I would like.
As I approached their den, I heard Charlie’s voice and recognized his tone. She was already giving him shit.
“I don’t give a fuck, Sash, you know this shit doesn’t fly.”
“He’s a cheating bastard!”
“I fucked you on Sunday night,” Charlie reminded her, and I heard her quick shushing of him.
“How are we doing?” I asked as I entered the room to find Charlie resting against the wall as Sasha Fitzpatrick paced. She was a good-looking woman, there was no doubt, but she paid a lot to look like she did. Long blonde hair extensions. A perfectly smooth forehead from regular Botox injections. Cheek implants that must have hurt like a bitch, her lips pumped full of collagen, and her tits pointing north no matter her age. Looking her over and taking in the skimpy top, the short shorts, and the five-inch heels, I had a fair idea why Charlie would stick his dick in her regularly.
“Ugh, who let you in?” she snarled at me.
“Seems your new security provider is lacking.”
“Well, I’d rather it was lacking than having you jerking off to me naked.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “You think I’m sitting at home watchingyou?” Looking over at Charlie, I saw him grinning back. “Sweetheart, if I wanted to see you naked, I’d just go watch the sex tape of you sucking off the pool boy as you got fucked in the ass by the gardener.”
I ducked as she threw the glass vase at me, and it smashed into the wall behind me.
Clark Fitzpatrick cheated on his wife, and everyone knew that. What everyone forgot was that his wife was a vapid little slut who spread her legs for anyone. He cheated because she fucked anyone who looked her way. Which is why Angel needed to drop this client, and as Sasha screamed obscenities at me, Charlie told me she hadn’t made any calls to the tabloids,yet.
