Deadlocked (The Harry Russo Diaries Book 3) by Lisa Emme Read Free Book Online Page B

in my ear. I huffed out an exasperated laugh as his hand
clamped around my breast and he nuzzled his face against my neck. Just who
was molesting whom?

    ***

    I woke hours later, alone in bed. I felt well rested, but
an achy throb between my legs left me feeling irritable. Damn that sexy
wolf. I was sure he left me feeling all needy on purpose. Just to make his
point that he didn’t think the whole dating thing was necessary when we had
already had each other six ways from Sunday.
    I headed into the bathroom, the residual humidity indicating
that Nash must have availed himself of my shower before leaving. As I washed
my hair, images of Nash naked in the shower made my achy need worse. I decided
to take the problem into my own hands, literally, when I noticed something in
the steam on the glass shower wall. As the room got steamier, words began to
form on the glass. When I was finally able to read the message, I growled indignantly
at it. Just who did he think he was? I looked at the words
again, glaring at them.
    YOUR ORGASMS BELONG TO ME. NO CHEATING.
    Cursing pain-in-the-ass alpha males, one wolf in particular,
I finished my shower, clean but unsatisfied. I told myself that the fact that
I decided not to get off had nothing to do with Nash or the realization that
his little pronouncement only left me feeling even more aroused.
    It was close to noon when I headed downstairs to get
something to eat. My schedule was so out of whack these days, less like a
witch’s – up with the dawn, and more like a vampire’s - up all night. Tess,
with her job at the gym where they catered to training norms, tended to keep
more witch-like hours on work days, but she quickly reverted to the werewolf’s
more nocturnal pattern whenever possible. I didn’t think she had to work at
the gym today so she was probably still sleeping.
    After demolishing a loaf of peanut butter toast with a milk
chaser, I paid a visit to Bryce, hoping to catch him. Luckily, he responded
fairly quickly.
    “ Greetings, oh Zombie Queen .” Bryce’s computerized
voiced sounded like Siri’s younger brother. The little robot character
he displayed on the screen bowed to me, over and over.
    “Ugh. Don’t joke about that.” I winced.
    The robot changed to one holding up a sign that read
“Sorry”.
    “ What’s up Harry? I came back as fast as I could yesterday but
you were gone. ”
    “Yeah, sorry about that. Something came up and I had to go
to the shop.” I paused wondering at his words. “Where exactly were you?”
    “ Russia. They have the best live porn sites. I found
this one, where you can just type what you want the girls to do and …”
    “Ewww! TMI dude. Too much information.” I made a face at
the screen.
    The robot with his sorry sign was back. “ Yeah, okay.
No problemo. What can I do for you ? Are you all right? The news sites
are exploding with stories on Bellemare and his untimely death .”
    I filled Bryce in on what happened with Bellemare, glossing
over the showdown with Navarre and the whole Salvador is my father news. I
ended with the card from the Mariposa.
    “Anyway, now I need to know everything you can dig up on
this Mariposa character, La Mariposa de la Muerte . Pictures, known
associates, anything you can get me. The more I know about her the better.”
    “ Know your enemy. Gotcha. ” The screen blinked to
black for a moment, then the robot popped back up. He was dressed like a
ninja. “ It might take a while to dig through the dark web .”
    “That’s okay. Just make it thorough. Oh, and Bryce? Sun
Tzu was Chinese, not Japanese.”

Chapter Seven

    “What the heck are all these?” I rifled through a stack of
papers on the counter. I was in the flower shop with Tiffy and Mrs. Potts.
    “Résumés, dear.” Mrs. P smiled brightly. “Isn’t that
wonderful? So many people want to work in the coffee shop.”
    “Uh, yeah. Sure. But how do they all know there is even going
to be a coffee shop? It’s not like I’ve