Billionaire Misery by Lexy Timms Page A

sure she knew she would never equal up to me?” His eyes blazed. “I can’t undo any of it. I don’t even know how to talk to Katie. From the moment she walked into Morgan’s life I knew she was my sister, and I wanted to tell her—but I couldn’t. Wilkes kept us apart even after she met Morgan.”
    She started to weep. Fat tears rolled down her face. “Don’t, Craig. Please. Just stop. I can’t. Please. If you care about me at all, just stop right now. Give me some space, and let me think.”
    He released her then swept her into a tight hug. His warm, firm body pressed against hers, bringing both comfort and desire. She sagged into him, her heart torn between the misery of the past and the future that Craig represented. He said fiercely, “I’m not giving up on you, or us. I’ll give you space because you need it, but that’s not the same as walking away, Jessie. I’m not walking away.”
    She wiped her eyes and whispered, “I am,” and then she did.
    In the living room of the suite, Katie sat bent over the files. Jessie looked from her to Morgan and then asked, “How’s it going?”
    Katie looked up, her face white with anger. “You were right. It’s all here... the payroll and the shuffling of funds from a dummy corporation to the trust, and back to the company. This is the whole scheme, the pieces we didn’t have before. These are the names of the men who killed the crew.”
    Jessie said, “Everything?”
    Katie shook her head. “I think so. I need a computer to do the rest of it, but even without a computer there’s enough here. My father paid those men to kill the others, and then he paid Craig to...” her voice trailed off and her eyes went to the bedroom. When she looked back at Jessie, her eyes were haunted. “He’s really my brother, isn’t he?”
    Jessie heart ached something fierce. “Craig had a test done, and it was a match, so...I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t blame him,” Katie said softly. “I’m not mad at you for being a cop, although I’m sure Morgan is, and I’m guessing the men you rode with who are about to go to jail will feel differently. You did what you had to. I get it. But don’t blame him for what our father did. Don’t. It’s wrong.”
    A lump formed in Jessie’s throat. She swallowed it down. “I have to contact my boss.” She went to the phone and dialed the number she used to contact Fields. When he answered, she said, “It worked. I’ve got the Orphans president, and Katie Wilkes. Craig, too.” Did he know Craig was Blake Wilkes’ son?
    Fields sighed with obvious relief. “You did it Lieutenant! Where are you?”
    She took a long breath and told him.
    “I’ll be there. I’m coming to get you. Good job, Jessie.”
    “Wait. There’re too many dirty cops out there, Director. And dirty agents too. I need help, but I want clean cops. Get me rookies fresh out of the academy, ready for a gunfight because we just beat Wilkes’ ass and ran off with his files. He’s going to want blood, and I’ve no doubt we’re screwed. This is big. Bigger than anyone imagined.”
    Fields blew out a long breath. “That’s going to take some time, Jessie. How long can you hold it together?”
    “Until you get here.”
    “It’ll be morning.” The words were urgent. “Jessie, I need to know—”
    She interrupted him, “I can’t talk. You have until morning then we’re on the move. I can’t stay here longer than that. We checked in and it’ll be safe for tonight. No longer. There’s a shit ton of rich people gathered at Wilkes’ tonight, and they’ve taken over all the posh hotels, so we’ve got cover. People will think we’re with them, at least for a little while. Wilkes isn’t going to broadcast what happened to just anyone; not in the middle of a party. He’s got goons. So we aren’t going anywhere tonight.”
    “What if Wilkes runs?”
    “You need someone on him. I’d say like five minutes ago.” She hung up. Weariness sank in. She could see