Under the Gun (CEP Book 3) by Harper Bentley Read Free Book Online Page B

care what they look like, but this chick’s obsessed to the point where she had me standing in the lobby of the Colony Club holding three different cans of hairspray for her as she sprayed each fuckin’ piece of hair before she went inside.”
    Brock barked out a laugh. “No pain, no gain.”
    “Uh, yeah.” Gunner pointed to the room where their subject was leaving. “Look.” Holding up the camera he zoomed in to get several shots of the man then the woman coming out behind and stopped. “Wait. Isn’t this Mrs. Vanderbilt?” He held the camera toward Brock so he could see the digital image.
    “Isn’t she the wife who fuckin’ hired us?”
    “Yeah.”
    They watched as the couple made out against a Mercedes for some time, Brock still clicking the camera, before the man got into the car and drove away. That’s when they noticed Mrs. Vanderbilt was walking their way.
    “What the fuck?” Brock mumbled while rolling down his window.
    “Hi, guys,” the woman said as she approached.
    “Uh, hey,” Brock answered.
    “Did you get some good pictures?” she asked.
    “We did. But I’m confused,” Brock said.
    She threw her head back and laughed. “That wasn’t my husband. I gave you the information and picture of my lover and you guys performed brilliantly! I’ll definitely be recommending CEP to all my girlfriends.” She chuckled as Gunner and Brock stared at her. “What’ll happen now is your secretary will mail these photos you got tonight to my husband.” At the guys’ confused glance she clarified. “Bastard’s been cheating on me for years, so I thought I’d give him a taste of his own medicine. That was his business partner who’s been embezzling from their company from day one. What better way to get back at Mark than this? I gave your secretary his office address, so when he gets the pictures tomorrow, Alex and I will be in Aruba and we can send him our own pics. Clever, huh?”
    “Uh, yeah,” Brock agreed cautiously.
    “I thought so! Okay, thanks again! Now I’ve gotta get home and pack!” She chuckled as she walked to her Escalade.
    Brock looked at Gunner and they cracked up.
    “That’s one way to do it, I guess,” Gunner declared.
    “Yep. Never a dull moment,” Brock conceded. As he started his car he said, “Let’s get this shit back to the office.” He placed the camera in the backseat. “Then I can call my latest flavor and she can blow me while I watch The Americans .”
    “Fuckin’ harsh, man,” Gunner commented as they drove off.
    “Hey, if she’s willing…”
    “When you gonna get your MD?”
    “Put it on hold for a bit. I don’t know. I love this shit. Gets me jazzed. Not sure if I can deal with patients after all this. Plus, money’s just as good if not better.”
    Gunner nodded. They did have a pretty sweet setup.
    Back at the office, Gunner told Brock to go do his thing and he’d take the equipment in. Once inside, he checked his schedule and before leaving, grabbed a chocolate cookie from the box Abby had brought that morning. It was a little stale, but whatever.
    And he only thought about Quinn twice as he locked up.
    Fuck.

    “You should go on one of those cooking shows. You wouldn’t win but I know you’d feel better about yourself,” Gunner told Oz.
    “Fuck off,” Oz grumbled as he moved things around on the grill.
    They were in Oz and Tilly’s backyard that Saturday where Oz was grilling steaks, chicken and some kind of shish kabob shit that Tilly had concocted.
    “No, seriously. You could probably come in at least next to last.”
    “Fuckin’ twenty degrees out here yet my wife has me doing this shit,” Oz complained then took a drink of his beer.
    “Hey, this is what happens when you commit to a chick. Next thing you know, she’ll have you hanging all her unmentionables on a clothesline over there.” Gunner nodded toward a spot next to the detached garage.
    “Gets me her pussy the way I like it, I’ll fuckin’ do it,” Oz