Bitten By Regret (Just One Bite #2) by Kay Glass Read Free Book Online Page A

would be my direct supervisor. I'm sure
he'd be very interested to know why I was late today." She fixed him with
a steely glare, the one she normally reserved for uncooperative witnesses and
the perps she broke in interview.
    "Forget it. I'll let you off with a warning but make
sure you fix your taillight before I run into you again," he said as he
released her wrist and backed up.
    "What are you talking about?" Lizbeth demanded as
he tossed the ticket onto her dashboard. "My taillights are just
fine."
    He just smirked as he backed up and kicked her car. She
cursed under her breath at the sound of shattered plastic hitting the road. He
climbed back into his squad car and did a U-turn, heading back to the doughnut
shop.
    "Yeah, have a great day, too, you fucking dick,"
Lizbeth muttered as she peeled out and headed for work.
    *****

 
    The rest of Lizbeth's day went no better. She hated heroin
cases, but this one was different. Someone apparently had an issue with heroin
users and decided to rid the world- or at least Delaware- of the problem by
cutting the heroin with large doses of arsenic. The perp she was after was
still unidentified and she was losing hope of finding him. She'd been chasing
this bastard for nearly a month now: another shipment of tainted heroin was on
the streets, three bodies were in the morgue and she still had no leads on who
was distributing this shit. The only plus she had was the three dealers in
lockup after being caught selling the tainted product. Sadly none of these
morons knew who the top guy was. After the hours she'd put into interview she
knew they would have broken if they knew.
    Weary, Lizbeth pulled her Nissan into the driveway and just
sat there a moment trying to calm her mood before walking in the front door.
Finally feeling a little more stable she got out, grabbed her briefcase and
walked up the front steps. She opened the door and let herself in and her new
good mood turned to dust as she heard Jonah's laughter mixing with Diandra's
coming from the parlor.
    Sighing heavily she strode into the room. "Hey,
sweetheart, what's going on?" she asked with a fake smile plastered across
her face. She walked over and planted a kiss on Diandra's lips before scooping
RaeLynn off the floor. She felt a stab of petty satisfaction at the frown that
briefly crossed Jonah's face as he watched her interact with the family that
was once his.
    "Nothing, sweetie. Jonah was
just reminding me of some silly things that happened back when we were married,
that's all." Even as Diandra smiled warmly at her, Lizbeth's stomach
plummeted. Sneaky bastard- he was giving it a Hell of an effort, taking them
away from her, she thought sourly.
    "I'm sorry I'm so late getting home, baby. It's been a
long day and Alexar and I had to put in some overtime," Lizbeth started
explaining.
    Jonah cut in. "You and Alexar? Excuse me; I believe
there are some things I haven't gotten caught up on yet." He turned to
Diandra, clearly seeking an explanation.
    Diandra rolled her eyes as she filled him in. "There
was a job that needed filling, Jonah. You're dead and buried as far as anyone
knows. Alexar wanted Lizbeth for the job and I talked her into it," she
said with a smile in Lizzie's direction.
    "Wow," Jonah said, a hint of anger warming his
voice. "So Lizbeth gets my wife, my daughter and my job. Want my dick,
too?"
    Diandra gasped but Lizbeth just shot him a dirty look.
"No thanks," she said dryly. "I have a strap-on upstairs. That
way I can take it off so I don't walk around all day acting like a dick. It's
an advantage women have over you primates."
    Jonah stood up and approached Lizbeth menacingly but Diandra
cut in. "I think it's time you leave. We need dinner and then we're going
to bed. I will see you later, but please remember to call that cell phone
number I gave you before coming over. No need to scare
Margaret by having her see you." She calmly ushered him towards the
door and returned a moment later. She rounded on