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and he’s going to be a congressional representative. And then he’ll be a senator and then who the fuck knows. President?
    “The thought makes me fucking sick. Chloe still has nightmares about what he did to her and that bastard is going to get a seat in Congress? Over my dead body. Over my dead fucking body.”
    He looks vicious right now, and totally determined. Not that I blame him. If someone ever hurt Aria—I nip that thought right in the bud. Partly because I can’t handle thinking about something happening to her, and partly because I’ve only known her a couple days. It’s insane how much I’m feeling for her already. How attached I am.
    “So what’s the plan?” I ask after a minute.
    He’s far away, locked deep in the hell of his own mind and it takes him a few seconds to focus on the question. “The plan?”
    “What are we going to do about it?”
    He looks me dead in the eye. “We’re going to ruin him. I can’t send him to jail—at least not for raping Chloe. But I’ve been digging and the son of a bitch has been playing fast and loose with the law since before he was legal. He’s a rapist and a thief and a dealer—and that’s just what I know about so far. There’s no way he’s winning that election. No fucking way.”
    “What does Vegas have to do with any of that?” I ask, but I already know. The sinking feeling in my stomach says it all.
    “He’s got his fingers—and his trust fund—in a bunch of different pies here. Anthony Zanetti. Gabriel Santini.” He looks at me.
    “Nico Valducci.” I say the name he wouldn’t. “My father’s been in bed with him for years.”
    “Yeah, I know.”It’s why I came to you.”
    “I have a meeting set up with Valducci early next week. To discuss the fact that I’m not as amenable to organized crime in my casino as my father has always been.”
    “Do you.” Ethan’s thinking now. But so am I. And already I can see a couple avenues to exploit—if we’re careful. And we don’t mind getting our hands a little dirty.
    Normally, I’m not a guy who likes to play in the shadows. Things are right or they’re wrong. After all, there’s not a lot of moral ambiguity that comes with lying, stealing, cheating, killing. But for this—for a chance to bring Nico Valducci down after all these years and help Ethan get justice for his woman? Yeah. For that I’m willing to get my hands dirty. And I won’t even have trouble sleeping afterward.
    “What are you thinking?” Ethan asks after a minute and I’m just opening my mouth to tell him when there’s a sudden commotion at the door. I turn around just in time to see Aria burst through it, looking wilder and hotter than I’ve ever seen her.
    She’s dressed in a crimson sundress that hugs every one of her curves even as it makes her olive skin glow. One of the straps has slid down her arm and her hair is a just-rolled-out-of-bed mess. But it’s a captivating look on her, one that has my mind flashing to about a million different things I’d like to do with her—all of which start with plopping her firm, lush ass on my desk and burying my face between her thighs. For hours.
    I’m so distracted by the thought of making her come that I almost miss the upset on her face, confusion mixed with hurt and panic and fear. Once I get past her breasts and it sinks in, though, I’m off the couch and heading toward her in an instant. “What’s wrong, Aria? Are you—”
    “Fuck me.”
    I freeze in my tracks. “What did you say?”
    “I want you to fuck me. Right now. Please.”
    Ethan rockets up from his chair, shoots me a look that is half-amused, half-concerned. “I will take that as my cue to leave.”
    The fact that Aria doesn’t even glance his way tells me all I need to know about her state of mind. All thoughts of Valducci and revenge disappear in my sudden worry for her.
    “Baby.” I cross the last of the distance between us and pull her body flush against mine. “What’s going on?