Salem Charm: Book 3 of Colson Brothers Series by Reese Madison, Lynne Foster

resulted in you not obtaining said eight million dollars, then the money was never yours to begin with. If the money was yours, and he down right stole it, then I’ll see that you get the money back, plus interest if you would be so kind as to agree to stay out of my life.” I can hear the venom in my tone and it’s giving me another adrenaline rush. This one is a burning rush that reminds me of the rush I get shooting. It’s very empowering.
    He looked impressed. “It was a botched deal, one I had invested a lot of time procuring.”
    “That, Mr. Marconni, is the price of doing business. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. Unless you can provide some kind proof that my father took money from you, this discussion is over. I will retain my father’s assets, and his cash. Will there be anything else this evening Mr. Marconni?” I tried to sound like a bored waitress.
    “You have two weeks to bury your father. Then I’m coming after you so hard and fast you won’t know what hit you.”
    “I’m afraid you’ll have to catch me first. Good day to you sir.” I turned and started for the door.
    “Oh, Miss Whitmore? One more thing.”
    I turned back, “Yes?”
    “If you’re going to do this, I’m going to expose you to the mob as my child.”
    I thought for a second, “Well then, this shall be a most entertaining dual Mr. Marconni. I look forward to the challenge, and to the day where I bury the sperm donor who was so kind as to donate to my DNA. I’m afraid we’re both going to discover just how much we are, and are not alike. Good evening sir.”
    I turned and walked through the doors and straight for the bar. The guys are on my heels, but I can’t look at them yet.
    The bartender came over wide-eyed seeing all the bullet-proof vests flanking me. He probably thinks I’m famous, or rich, I don’t have the looks of a celebrity. “What can I get you Miss?”
    “Double SoCo, rocks, and get my friends here whatever they want, on me.” I almost smiled at the look on his face, but I’m still shaking from that encounter.
    Was that really me in there? I was scared out of my mind until I stood my ground. Then the adrenaline and Salem Charm kicked in. Wow that was quite a rush!.
    I took my drink and two sips before looking at Myles, “How’d I do?”
    His eyebrows went up, “You have to ask? You were fucking amazing.”
    Lou put his hand on my shoulder so I looked at him now, “You were incredible. Who was that woman in there? I about fell out of my boots when you told him off the way you did. Talk about an ice queen. Remind me not to piss you off.” He shook his head and placed his order with the bartender for a beer.
    I took another soothing sip then said, “I don’t know about all that, he scared the begeezus out of me.”
    They both laughed as the bartender continued to hand out drinks.
    I sat on a stool now that my legs have discovered they can’t function without the surge of adrenaline running through them. “Oh man. That was a rush!” I laughed.
    “You’re telling me.” Lou complained. “I thought you were going to goad him into a gunfight right then and there.”
    “He wants that money too bad. I’ll die before I give that bastard a dime.” I promised.
    Lou lifted my chin, “You realize you can’t go home. That’s where he’s going to look for you first.”
    “I know. I’ll figure something out.”
    “We can have Mr. Whitmore cremated and his ashes sent here if you want.” Myles suggested.
    I shrugged, “Do whatever you want. I’ll pay for the services and funeral, but I have no desire to go, or to have his ashes here. Put him on the mantel at home, or in the ground, makes no difference to me.”
    “Maybe you should think about it for a day or two.” Lou suggested.
    “Maybe I was lied to my entire life and now I’m left picking up his dirty laundry. He’s never been there for me, why would I be there for him?”
    “Just think about it.” Lou encouraged.
    I looked at