Free The Key To Micah's Heart (Hell Yeah!) by Sable Hunter, Ryan O'Leary Page A

favorable behavior was few and extremely far between.
    “Well, I was just telling Mom how nice he is. Very good looking. Tall and strong. He dressed really nice too, Momma. I never got a chance to tell you that.”
    “A rich fella, huh?” Rudy asked with a smile that showed off a broken tooth.
    A strange feeling washed over Madison, she actually felt like she was sitting down for breakfast with, dare she say it, her family. “We didn’t get a chance to discuss finances. He might have money, I don’t know.”
    Rudy began to chuckle.
    “Rudy,” Sunny scolded. “Stop.”
    Madison was still smiling, but had no idea what was going on. “What’s so funny?”
    Rudy took a long pull off his smoke. “A good-lookin’, rich fella?” He laughed again, louder this time. “What the hell would he want with you?”
    Madison’s face dropped. The French toast on her fork suddenly tasted like motor oil. Rudy had destroyed her with only a few words. She rose from the table and Rudy pulled her plate over in front of him while he continued to chuckle.
    Madison hurried off to get dressed and ready for work as quickly as she could. She passed both her mother and Rudy with her hair still wet and raced down to her car. She refused to let Rudy see her cry and now that she was in her car, emotion got the best of her. Madison slumped over the wheel, tears rolling down her cheeks. Rudy was right. Madison had enjoyed her time with Micah and foolishly relived it to the extreme in the shower earlier this morning. But, like asshole Rudy said…what would a man like Micah Wolfe ever want with her?
    What could a plain little wren like Madison Fellows ever have to offer him?
     
    Back with the Equalizers…
     
    “Hey, are you jerks awake?”
    Tyson’s voice brought Micah out of a deep sleep. He’d been dreaming about little Madison Fellows. She was crying about something and he was trying to comfort her. He sat up in the recliner and rubbed his eyes. “Dang, Ty. What are you in such a good mood for? Did you get some this morning?”
    “I never kiss and tell, Wolfe,” he joked. “Does this place have room service?”
    Saxon rolled off the couch, going to his knees. “Coffee!”
    “Jeeves!” Micah yelled, not really expecting Kyle’s ancient butler to answer.
    “You bellowed, Sir.” John came through the door with a tray full of coffee and pastries.
    “Thanks, man.” He sat up and raised a high five to the crotchety old gentleman.
    To his surprise, his hand was slapped after the tray was safely deposited on the table. “I live to serve, Master Wolfe.”
    “That’s what I’m talking about.” Micah rose to go empty his bladder. “Damn, I am too old for slumber parties.”
    “Kyle caught me up on stuff. Did you two find anything?” Tyson poured himself a cup and sat down to look at his sleepy-eyed friends.
    “Yea, we think we found where some dude was offered a contract to take Angel Rubio out.” Saxon mumbled.
    “Damn, this is serious. We have to hurry.” Tyson reached into his pocket. “I’m not sure if this will help or not, or if it’s even related, but it was just too strange not to share.”
    “Whatcha got, bro?” Micah plopped down on the couch beside him.
    Holding up a thumb drive, Tyson inserted it into the port on the laptop. “Marisol has been doing some digging. And yes, I’ve been watching out for her. Her source is in Juarez and…well, let me show you the article she’s written.”
    With a few punches of the button, he called up some information.
    “Deep in the bowels of Ciudad Juarez, one brave journalist is spitting in the face of death to expose the powerful men she thinks has brutally murdered over one hundred women. Juarez is known as ‘the city of lost girls’. In the last decade, over four hundred women have been brutally murdered in this city just across the border from El Paso, Texas. The killings have not abated. In news that could shock the nation, three rich businessmen seem to be the