mercy.”
“Well, Elise was his little girlfriend. She and a few cowboys found Devlon’s body outside of the bunkhouses.”
Tagart swallowed hard. He was a bit young and ruthless himself those days. He had really pounded the crap out of the kid and then shot him in a few places so he would really suffer. More importantly, this realization made Elise even more important to him. That would be the ultimate revenge on the kid’s mistake. Tagart killed Devlon himself and now he would get the runt’s woman.
“I want her. The sooner the better and you can use killing Devlon to get her to cooperate if need be,” Tysler stated.
“What? Why do you want her?” he asked Tysler. He felt sick to his stomach and angry. Elise was his, not Tysler’s.
“Because, she got away. I was going to use her to pay off Devlon’s debt, but then she came up with the money and disappeared. Now she’s back and that has to be some sort of fate. You get her and the two riders and be here by Sunday morning. If you need to grab her sooner, then do it. I also think she had something to do with that prize calf of mine disappearing. There’s no other way she could have came up with that kind of cash. Even if she was whoring that sweet little body of hers out. Before I could question her, she disappeared. Now do what you have to. ”
Tysler hung up the phone, and Tagart threw his phone across the room onto the couch.
“Fuck!” he yelled.
“What’s wrong?” Carver asked, and Tagart explained.
“Damn, that is, like, fate isn’t it?”
“Fuck you and fuck fate. Fate is Elise under me in my bed. Not that old fat fuck Cobbs. Fuck him. She’s mine, and if he doesn’t like it, then the hell with him.”
He walked over to the bar and poured himself a martini. He had a series of photographs of Elise scattered all over the table and bar. He pulled one out of the pile. She was on top of the bull with her hands in the air and her hips swaying. She looked like a goddess. The sight of her belly, taut and flat as her top barely covered her breasts, was enough to send him over the edge. She was his goddess, and he was going to have her. By this time next week, she would be hidden away in Tennessee and all his to play with.
Chapter 9
It was Friday, and Elise was getting out of her car at Dixie Chix when she saw the police cruisers enter and park behind her. Tommy and Vic were both working tonight, and they hadn’t had time to get together. Elise smiled as she smoothed out her short skirt and pulled the thick fall jacket tighter against her. It was getting colder, and tonight she might have to turn the heat on in the car when she left for home.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Vic stated as he approached. He was wearing a matching dark blue sheriff’s department bomber jacket, and so was Tommy, who was exiting his car and approaching her, too.
“Hi,” she replied and couldn’t help but look him over. Vic was a sight in his full uniform, and despite her heeled black boots, he towered over her. Vic also seemed to read the desire in her eyes, and he didn’t hesitate pulling her into his arms. She held on tight and smiled up at him but also shivered. It was chilly.
“Hey, are you cold, honey?”
“Just a little. I’ll be needing to turn on the heat in the car before I leave tonight.”
“Or, you could leave the car and one of us can pick you up and bring you over to our place.” Tommy reached over and gently rubbed his thumb along her cheek.
“Or we could do that,” she replied. She felt Vic’s hand press against her ass over her skirt. She suddenly felt very exposed despite the warm coat she wore.
“This skirt is a little short, ain’t it, darling?” Vic asked.
“No shorter than any of my others, Deputy Ollsen.”
He raised his eyebrows at her. “Deputy Ollsen, huh?”
“Let me see how short it is.” Tommy ran his hand from her waist down her hips to her rear. Thank God they were facing away from the building and the car door
“Well, Elise was his little girlfriend. She and a few cowboys found Devlon’s body outside of the bunkhouses.”
Tagart swallowed hard. He was a bit young and ruthless himself those days. He had really pounded the crap out of the kid and then shot him in a few places so he would really suffer. More importantly, this realization made Elise even more important to him. That would be the ultimate revenge on the kid’s mistake. Tagart killed Devlon himself and now he would get the runt’s woman.
“I want her. The sooner the better and you can use killing Devlon to get her to cooperate if need be,” Tysler stated.
“What? Why do you want her?” he asked Tysler. He felt sick to his stomach and angry. Elise was his, not Tysler’s.
“Because, she got away. I was going to use her to pay off Devlon’s debt, but then she came up with the money and disappeared. Now she’s back and that has to be some sort of fate. You get her and the two riders and be here by Sunday morning. If you need to grab her sooner, then do it. I also think she had something to do with that prize calf of mine disappearing. There’s no other way she could have came up with that kind of cash. Even if she was whoring that sweet little body of hers out. Before I could question her, she disappeared. Now do what you have to. ”
Tysler hung up the phone, and Tagart threw his phone across the room onto the couch.
“Fuck!” he yelled.
“What’s wrong?” Carver asked, and Tagart explained.
“Damn, that is, like, fate isn’t it?”
“Fuck you and fuck fate. Fate is Elise under me in my bed. Not that old fat fuck Cobbs. Fuck him. She’s mine, and if he doesn’t like it, then the hell with him.”
He walked over to the bar and poured himself a martini. He had a series of photographs of Elise scattered all over the table and bar. He pulled one out of the pile. She was on top of the bull with her hands in the air and her hips swaying. She looked like a goddess. The sight of her belly, taut and flat as her top barely covered her breasts, was enough to send him over the edge. She was his goddess, and he was going to have her. By this time next week, she would be hidden away in Tennessee and all his to play with.
Chapter 9
It was Friday, and Elise was getting out of her car at Dixie Chix when she saw the police cruisers enter and park behind her. Tommy and Vic were both working tonight, and they hadn’t had time to get together. Elise smiled as she smoothed out her short skirt and pulled the thick fall jacket tighter against her. It was getting colder, and tonight she might have to turn the heat on in the car when she left for home.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Vic stated as he approached. He was wearing a matching dark blue sheriff’s department bomber jacket, and so was Tommy, who was exiting his car and approaching her, too.
“Hi,” she replied and couldn’t help but look him over. Vic was a sight in his full uniform, and despite her heeled black boots, he towered over her. Vic also seemed to read the desire in her eyes, and he didn’t hesitate pulling her into his arms. She held on tight and smiled up at him but also shivered. It was chilly.
“Hey, are you cold, honey?”
“Just a little. I’ll be needing to turn on the heat in the car before I leave tonight.”
“Or, you could leave the car and one of us can pick you up and bring you over to our place.” Tommy reached over and gently rubbed his thumb along her cheek.
“Or we could do that,” she replied. She felt Vic’s hand press against her ass over her skirt. She suddenly felt very exposed despite the warm coat she wore.
“This skirt is a little short, ain’t it, darling?” Vic asked.
“No shorter than any of my others, Deputy Ollsen.”
He raised his eyebrows at her. “Deputy Ollsen, huh?”
“Let me see how short it is.” Tommy ran his hand from her waist down her hips to her rear. Thank God they were facing away from the building and the car door
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