Free Training Her Curves - Dallas (A BBW Billionaire Domination and Submission Romance) by Christa Wick Page B

pointed the top of the bottle at Jo-Jo.
    "You're really becoming unmanageable, baby girl."
    She had a mouthful of juice, half of it shot through her nose. She stole my napkin to clean her face then threw the tissue at me.
    "That's what Dylan said. Just like him, you need to deal with it because I will keep giving you shit until you finish eating and lie down, eyes shut, for at least an hour. After that, you can bust your fine ass all you want."
    "I told you," I said, popping the last bit of sandwich into my mouth and talking around it. "I'll sleep after I find her."
    "Done, little brother."
    I looked over my shoulder as Dylan came into the room, stopping just inside the doorway. He looked at Marjolein, his gaze narrowing with a fresh challenge. "Give us the room, cupcake."
    Face reddening, she rolled her lips then pushed her chair away from the table. She stood, her hand falling briefly on my shoulder to squeeze. Dylan didn't budge as she approached. She had to brush past him, his gaze locked first on her face then her round bottom as she walked away flipping him off.
    Unmanageable but cute as a button.
    My legs and hands bounced with the urge to charge across the room and grab him by the throat, throttling him until he told me what he had discovered. But I knew my brother too well to capitulate to mere force. He had sent Marjolein out because he wanted something from me.
    I leaned back in my chair, my thumbs hooking my belt loops to keep from strangling him. "You're never going to get past Miami if you keep pissing her off."
    A smirk tugged at one side of his mouth. He pulled his phone from his pocket and flashed it at me. "You sound like a man who doesn't want what I'm offering."
    Tilting my head, I checked which of his two phones he held. If it was the Nokia, I didn't need his cooperation. His little cupcake could pull any piece of mail or text message off the company server in under a minute.
    Too bad for me, it was his personal phone.
    I shrugged, knowing there was more than one way to get at his source. "Tell me, how many laws did you break to get this information you want to sell me?"
    "None." Looking like a cat surrounded by canaries, he smiled. "I did a reverse charge on her primary bank account -- a big one."
    Rage brought me to my feet. I slammed my fist against the table, my laptop bouncing from the impact. "You stupid bastard. You think cutting off her funds helps me?"
    "I do when she has to switch the source she's drawing money from." He yanked a chair from the table and shoved it in front of him to block my advance.
    Smart move because I wanted to rip the smug from his face.
    "Her bank couldn't handle the hundred thousand a month hitting her account, so Joey arranged for a second account -- with Chicago Third Trust."
    I let the information sink in. We owned the bank, used it for financing.
    I returned to my chair, more than ready to deal. Dylan had her last known location and the time she had been there. With the right palm greased, I already knew she had purchased a plane ticket to Chicago and even passed through security.
    But she didn't board the flight.
    I tracked her next two locations, a taxi from the airport to one of the downtown resorts, from which she hopped another cab, this one to the train station. More grease and a few more laws broken by the train station manager scanning the morning's print outs gave me two more potential destinations -- Memphis and New Orleans. The guy lost his nerve when it came to accessing the computer files that would show which train she might have actually boarded.
    Lucky for me, the convenience store owner across the street had no legal restrictions on letting Mishka scroll through the images on his security camera. Just like the airport, she had left the building after buying her tickets and headed east -- on foot.
    That's where the trail went dead. For all I knew, she still had a friend in Dallas, someone she had called and who had picked her up within blocks of the