Free Scarlett and the Feds by S.L. Baker Page B

made an appointment in the morning with the dealership.”
    “Ok.” I sighed, suspecting that Victor was delaying me buying a new car as long as possible so that Hawke would have to take me everywhere and Victor could have eyes on me more than he already did.
    “See you soon, darling,” he said.
    “Ok.”
    “Love you, Angelina.”
    “Love you too,” I said, snapping the phone shut.
    Scarlett was tapping my arm to show me the tricked out Escalade with bullet proof windows and a secret compartment for her machine gun and rocket launcher.
    Don’t encourage Victor , I mumbled. Besides, I was buying this car with the money my mother had left me. I knew that Victor would fight me on this, but I wasn’t giving in.

Chapter 9
     
     
    “I hate the fact I have to go to L.A, for this meeting, but darling, I will be back by tomorrow night at the latest. I promise,” Victor said, sliding his finger down my nose and kissing the end, just like my daddy. Thanks for an amazing meal last night.”
    “You mean me or the Southern cooking?”
    “Both, sweetness,” he said and swatted my ass. “You stay out of trouble and I’ll call you when I land in L.A. My company jet is much faster than commercial, so I should be there by noon Jersey time.”
    He gave me one more long passionate kiss with lots of tongue and my sweet spot erupted into a full fledge propane torch. Jesus H! The effect this man has on me! Fuck! How the hell am I going to quiet her down? Scarlett wasn’t helping when she unfolded her dainty little fan and began waving it at my sweet spot.
    I sighed as I watched the Escalade disappear down the driveway. The second goon in charge after Hawke was Cooper who also happened to be my babysitter until Victor returned.
    “Ma’am, anything you need, please let me know.”
    “Okay, will do. I’m going to take a run to my house and get a few items I need.”
    He raised his left eyebrow as to say, No fuckin’ way am I letting out of my sight.
    “No problem, ma’am, I will get the car.”
    “It’s like two minutes down the road. I need the exercise to clear my head. I’ll be fine I promise,” I said batting my eye lashes Scarlett style.
    “But Mr. Salvatore gave strict orders...”
    “I’m sure he did. But he’s not here and I’m a big girl. Please, I will be back in thirty minutes tops, or I’ll text you to come get me.”
    Scarlett was taping her foot. She knew why I was so anxious to get rid of him. I needed to take care of my aching sweet spot whose relentless nagging was making me squirm.
    “Ok, but if you are not back in thirty, I will be there in thirty-one minutes, not a second later.”
    “Okay,” I said over my shoulder and was in a full sprint to the cottage. It would take me less than five minutes to run there at this pace, leaving me twenty to shut my sweet spot up, and five to return. Scar was already yanking off clothes as soon as she slammed the door behind her. I sprinted to my room and closed the door, even though Nicole was out with Hawke for the day. It was habit. I caught out of the corner of my eye, Scarlett sprawled across my bed panting, totally soaked in her own marinade. The little white box with the red bow on my pillow was open and the tissue paper littered the floor. I pulled out the contents and read the card:
    “My darling, I know I’m only gone for twenty four hours, but in case you miss me. I have left you this toy called the Lilo to try. It’s not the same as me suckling the glorious sweet spot of yours, but it is close. Enjoy!
    Holy fucking shit balls . I think my sweet spot just blew all to hell and I hadn’t even taken it out of the package yet. Scarlett had enough strength to give me the thumbs up and went back to her ecstasy.
    I was lying next to Scar panting and in complete bliss. The pounding on the front door sent me running, I had forgotten all about Cooper’s mission to fetch me in thirty minutes. Scarlett threw down her Cosmo in disgust, she’d just started