Billionaire Misery by Lexy Timms

didn’t tell me. You didn’t tell me, you fucking bastard! I should’ve shot you in the head. Damn vest!”
    He stared at her, his heart breaking like it did with Lisa, all over again. “You didn’t tell me you’re a damn agent. A fucking cop.”
    Katie began to sob. “Please don’t,” she whispered. “He deserves to go to jail, but please don’t make me watch you kill my family.”
    Jessie’s eyes went from Katie to Craig. Her face was pale as a sheet, but there were two bright spots of color, one in each cheek. Murder was still written all over her face. “I should kill all of you and just be done with this forever. Shit! How can your family be so messed up?”
    Katie scoffed. “Don’t ask me. I was so clueless and messed up, they dumped me.” The words came out on a whistling breath.
    Morgan reached for her. “We can work all the rest of it out later. We need to get the hell out. Now.”
    Katie stood. Her face was still gray and her eyes tear-filled, but she’d regained her considerable courage. “I don’t want to try to get out of here with him awake.” She nodded at her father lying knocked out, strapped between Jessie’s legs and gun. “Whatever you need to do to him, you can do once we get out of here.”
    Jessie shook her head. “He’ll run if we leave.”
    Katie sighed and went to the desk drawer. She opened it and took his passport out and put it in her pocket. Craig didn’t bother to point out that a man like Wilkes probably didn’t even need a passport. If he did, Jessie probably would shoot him dead. Then they were all screwed. He shook his head as he stepped out of the room. He turned back to Jessie. “You staying here? I need my jacket back if you are. It’s a rental.”
    She stared at him before double-checking Wilkes and then tucking her gun in her leg garter. He tried to look away and ignore the fact that it was fucking sexy she had carried her gun there.
    They headed out of the study, and Jessie locked the door behind them to keep anyone from going in.
    The party was still in full swing, and Craig was glad to see it. He could barely walk; his ribs were killing him. Jessie was pissed behind him; he could hear it in her breathing. He didn’t know if she was angry that they had stopped her from killing Wilkes, at herself for not being able to pull the trigger, or for having to blow her damn cover.
    He had no idea how, but they made it out.
    The next part of their plan was screwed, and they all knew it. Driving out and taking off with the evidence... there was no riding off into the sunset here. Craig grimaced as he reached for the car door handle. “We have to get to the nearest police station.”
    Jessie shook her head. “No, we can’t. The cops are on his payroll. We need to open these files and find out who we can trust.”
    They got into the car, Morgan driving and Katie beside him. The backseat was small and the pressure of Jessie’s body against Craig was maddening and tempting. He was furious at her, but he felt fucking responsible at the same time. He reached for her, and she drew away, hard. “I’m sorry, Jessie.”
    “Fuck you.” Her voice was hoarse.
    Craig knew how her father had died. There were very few people who didn’t. He hadn’t known Blake Wilkes was mixed up in that death, though, and he doubted anyone who did was still alive. Except Jessie.
    If Wilkes knew who she was, then he knew she had seen or heard her father die. Wilkes would have her killed. She hadn’t testified way back then, and Craig now had a good idea why.
    Her mother had probably run as far and fast as possible, and told Jessie to stay quiet, hoping they could just lay low.
    Had her mother died in an accident?
    He knew Blake Wilkes, and he doubted it. He had every certainty that he had somehow managed to kill her mother too, and make it look like an accident.
    Jessie could testify. But would anyone believe her?
    He watched her rigid profile and spoke quietly, “I didn’t know until