Scarlett and the Feds by S.L. Baker Read Free Book Online

flawless in the candlelight. I was mesmerized by how good looking he was. I licked my lips in tribute to Scarlett, she’d be proud at my gawking and drooling, though she’d pinch his ass.
    Victor left me in the hallway. He had some work to do and calls to make to his West Coast clients. I debated going home to the cottage and hang with Nicole, but she spent every second she could with Hawke. Beside the fact Victor wanted me to stay with him most of the time. I went to find Scar, worried she was curled up in a corner in a sugar coma, but it was worse than that. She was hang gliding off the balcony into the swimming pool. Screaming ‘Yee haw’ when she hit the water. I’m so grateful Victor didn’t have any neighbors. I reminded myself again that sugar and Scarlett can be a lethal combination.
     

Chapter 6
     
     
    M y thoughts were consumed with crafting the right words I wanted to say to Nelson. I didn’t want my old position back, but needed it, as leverage with the Feds. They wanted that file and the secrets it held. Maybe if they were consumed with chasing down the contents of the file then it would divert them from Victor. I adjusted the hem of my short black skirt. I opted for just shy of hoochie mama this morning to put Nelson’s salivary glands in hyper drive and to get his attention. I would have to grovel, but hopefully not too much.
    Scarlett gave me the nod of approval and pushed the neck line of my shirt down even lower, and spritzed some perfume behind each ear lobe.
    A flash of black in the rear view mirror got my attention. A black SUV was approaching fast. I pushed the gas pedal of my Honda and she bucked in protest. I patted the wheel and whispered under my breath, “Come on, I need you!”
    Before I even gained MPH, the black SUV was on my bumper. Scarlett kept looking over her shoulder and at the speedometer. She hopped in my lap and pounded the accelerator, it was close to 70 mph and the speed limit was 55. The SUV pulled out in the passing lane and hovered next to me. The window was completely blacked out, so catching a glimpse of this asshole was not an option. The SUV swerved into the Honda and clipped the front end, causing me to lose control.
    As I came to, I realized I must have spun into the ditch and landed on the roof. I was suspended upside down held in place by my seat belt. My mind flashed to the night my parents died and I was dangling helpless, waiting for someone to find me.
    Scarlett was ok, just a gash on her forehead and mad as hell. My eyes scanned the car for my cell phone. It was in my purse which had been propelled into the back seat. I fumbled with my seat belt and couldn’t reach it. Scarlett was frantically trying to unbuckle me. My neck ached and my left leg throbbed, but other than that I was ok. But the Honda was totaled. I got a lump in my throat. I knew my old friend who had been through so much with me was gone. I stroked the side of the door and mourned her loss. Scarlett on the other hand had given up on the seat belt and was jotting down her top picks for the Honda’s replacement. I sighed; annoyed that she was on Victor’s side sometimes. He would be thrilled that I had to buy a new car.
    I heard voices yelling and the car was surrounded. I held my breath. Not knowing if help had arrived or if whoever had run me off the road was back to see if I was ok or they need to finish me off. My gut told me this was not a case of road rage. This was intentional and I was the target. The door to the Honda creaked and groaned as it opened.
    “Are you ok?”
    “I think so. But I’m trapped.”
    The cherub faced fire fighter sliced my seat belt with a knife and pulled me out. I was swarmed by EMT’s and cops. I looked for Scarlett and she was sitting in the driver’s seat of the patrol car. I winced when the EMT pressed on my leg, and feared that she’d turn the sirens on full blast.
    “My boyfriend, can you call him?” I asked the EMT. “His name is Victor, the