Tempting Gray - Untouchables 02 by T. A. Grey Read Free Book Online

staring
intently at her. “Well?” he demanded.
    “I—” It was on the verge of her tongue to lie.
To say she’d found something she hadn’t. But she couldn’t do that. “I didn’t
see anything. Listen, maybe if I have more time to focus I can pick up
something.”
    Zeke snatched the brush back from her with such
force she gasped. He shoved it back into its box, and slammed the lid closed.
Then he did something that completely took Ara by surprise—he handed her the
box.
    “Take it and find her. My Olivia.”
    She nearly argued. To be quite frank, she had
no idea if she could get a ‘feel’ off the hairbrush at all. It’s possible it
was too old or didn’t hold a significant connection to this Olivia. Or if she
was dead then…well, there was that, Ara noted.
    But she didn’t say any of those things. “I’ll
see what I can do.”
    Zeke grinned. “I knew you would.”
    The way he said it…like he knew all along that
she’d agree. Even before she did. But that would be impossible.
     

CHAPTER 5
    Grayson sat in his boss’s office. They might as
well be throwing a party for how many people were here for this meeting. His
brother, Vas, had come, his co-workers, Graham, Jonathan, Eric, Suzanne, and of
course his boss, TJ. TJ sat behind her desk dwarfed by her huge chair, which
was far too large for her petite frame.
    “Tell me what happened.” This TJ demanded of
Grayson leaving him no choice but to rehash yesterday’s botched assignment—to keep
Winston alive. Fail, fail, fail. Fuck, it made him so mad he wanted to find a
face to beat in just to let off some steam. The idea was so tempting, Gray
found his gaze meeting his brother, Vas’s from across the room. Maybe if he
threw the first punch his brother would go with it and attack. That’s exactly
what he needed. Something physical to let out the stress and tension from that
past two days. Hell, from the last twelve years.
    Vas cocked an eyebrow at Gray. His brother’s
face was scarred from a number his psycho-ex pulled on him. While the scars did
detract from Vas’s abundant physical attractiveness, it added a layer of depth
to the man that brought nothing but curiosity. The fact that he was so damn
close-mouthed about what actually happened used to drive Gray mad. Now he
understood. Some things were personal. People didn’t need to know about the
fucked up shit happening in his life, just as he didn’t need to know what
happened to Vas’s face.
    Gray had never lost a client. Not once.
And he’d been doing this job for a very long time.
    After he finished telling the group about what happened,
quiet settled in. This was one of those times Gray wanted to clam up, just
leave this place behind. He’d take it to the grave if he could. Like hell he
could get away with that.
    “Since you’re the only one not up to speed, let
me catch you up,” TJ told Grayson. She wore her ginger hair cut short but
feminine. She wore power suits and high heels yet had the sex appeal of a
mouse. “You killed Domico Donato. He’s the youngest son of Vincent Donato.
Maybe that name rings a bell to you. Vincent and his sons run the largest
paranormal black market in the world.”
    “Well now they have one less son,” Gray
remarked.
    “We already know that Vincent has learned of
his son’s death,” Graham said. He was a favorite of Grayson’s, not that he’d
never tell the man so. Nothing like having a big, strong Were at your side on
the job. Hell, Gray could have used his services last night. Then maybe he
wouldn’t be sitting here feeling like his head was about to split open.
    “Now the operation is left to Vincent and his
only remaining son, Jericho,” TJ said. “He’s known as ‘The Butcher’ amongst
enemies. It seems Jericho prefers his knife and machete for doing dirty work.”
    “Oh yeah?” Gray patted his pockets until he
found his pack of smokes. Only three left. Just fucking great. Even though he
wanted nothing more than to light one up