Indecent Obsession (Obsession #2)

Chapter 1

Federal Reserve

Dante

“Tom may be in serious danger.” Agent Jacob Price meets Sara’s eyes.

We sit in Drew’s office, staring at the badge Jacob Price just dropped on the table in front of us. Tom has been in trouble before, but never something that involved the Feds. That they found us at the Veiled Vixen made this even more questionable.

The desire to hold Sara close to me is outweighed by the need to keep her safe. Not that I should hold her right now. It should only take me a moment to verify these guys are for real.

I pick up the badge and glance at Jacob, holding up my phone for permission.

When he nods, I take a picture and send it to my friend in the FBI.

Ethan offers his badge, and I take a picture of it as well.

She’ll let me know if this is legit and send me photos of the agents associated with the badges.

Until she gives me the thumbs up, I don’t trust these men. Rhea and I went to college together. We’ve kept in contact, but I try not to use her except in emergencies. FBI agents talking to Sara about Tom seems like an emergency.

I step back behind the couch again and send her a text.

Me:

Situation. This real?

Slipping my phone into my pocket, I focus on the two men in front of us. No one has said a word since they whipped out their badges. Wyatt is tense beside me. Finn’s fingers twitch next to Sara’s thigh like he wants to hold her hand.

Drew has Sara’s other hand on his lap. His thumb strokes over her white knuckles in a soothing motion.

This is the part I don’t think is going to work in the real world.

Drew touching her doesn’t bother me, but not being able to give her comfort will be difficult.

Not being able to hold her in my arms when she’s trembling makes me want to punch something.

“You’re FBI?” Sara’s voice shakes.

Fuck it. I put my hand on her shoulder. It’s something a friend would do. She relaxes under my touch. I’ve touched her for years. It would be weirder if I didn’t.

“Yes, ma’am.” Jacob leans back in his chair. Ethan watches us like a hawk and his gaze lingers on my hand on Sara, but fuck him. When he turns his gaze to me, I narrow my eyes at him. He can think what he wants, but I’m not giving him anything until we know exactly who he is and what he’s after.

“What does this have to do with Tom leaving?” Wyatt asks.

Jacob turns to Wyatt. “We were alerted about a week ago to some transactions that seemed unusual. The tip came in anonymously and the caller didn’t indicate who the company was.”

He’s holding the real shit back, but that makes sense. If he knows Tom is on the run, then he might assume Tom is running from his business partners.

“Again, what does this have to do with Tom?” Wyatt crosses his arms over his chest.

“We can’t divulge that information.” Jacob clasps his hands. “We need to find Tom Morris as soon as possible. We’re hoping he would be in contact with his family.”

“You said he was in danger?” Sara leans into my hand. I don’t release her.

My phone buzzes and I take it out.

Rhea:

Legit. White-collar crime division.

Fuck. I hold my phone out for Wyatt to read. His lips tighten slightly. After checking that the pictures she sent me match Jacob Price and Ethan Martinez, I put my phone away.

What the fuck has Tom gotten into this time?

Jacob’s suspicious gaze roams over all of us. Four men surrounding Sara, protecting her. Or intimidating her. They could take it either way.

I slide my hand to the couch beside her. “Why do you think Tom has anything to do with this anonymous tip?”

Ethan notes something on his pad of paper before returning his gaze to mine. “We don’t necessarily.”

“Then why bring up the anonymous tip at all?” Drew asks. “Seems like someone is on a fishing expedition and didn’t bring the correct bait.”

Jacob takes a deep breath. “We’d like to speak to Ms. Morris alone.”

“No.” Wyatt doesn’t look away from Jacob.

Finn smiles. “Look, we don’t know you and we don’t trust you. Sara is under our protection while her brother is out of town. We won’t let her out of our sights, so if you want to ask her questions, go ahead. She’s free to answer as she likes.”

Ethan’s gaze narrows on each of us.

“Fine. Ms. Morris, would you like to speak to us in private?”

“No. I’m comfortable speaking around these men.” Sara touches my hand. “What does the FBI want with my brother?”

Jacob leans forward, clasping his hands between his knees. “That’s confidential. Has he been in contact with you?”

“That’s confidential,” she parrots. I squeeze her shoulder. Now isn’t the time to be a brat.

Jacob’s lips pinch and he glances at Ethan.

Ethan puts his notepad in his pocket and focuses on Sara. “Ms. Morris, our intentions are to keep your brother safe.”

“How do I know you aren’t the reason he’s in danger?” She straightens.

“We’re the FBI, ma’am.” As if that makes them the good guys.

“Sara, just tell them.” I squeeze her shoulder again and she looks up at me with those pale green eyes.

Sara sighs and turns back to the agents. “Tom texted that he was leaving for a while and that’s the last I heard from him.”

She leans forward, putting her hands on her knees. “Now, tell me what my brother has gotten himself into.”

Her gaze goes between the two, probably looking for which one will crack.

Ethan clears his throat. “We’re not confident, but we think he may have information that could help with our case.”

“How does that put him in danger?” She doesn’t back down.

“The group we’re investigating doesn’t leave a money trail. And are very good about hiding the bodies.”

Sara’s mouth tightens into a line as she straightens.

“Is Sara at risk?” I ask.

“No,” Jacob says. “She doesn’t know anything, so it’s unlikely. If Tom contacts you, please call us immediately or give him our number.”

Jacob holds out a card and Finn takes it, shoving it in his pocket.

“We’ll be in touch.” Ethan stands and Jacob joins him.

Drew leads them out the door, leaving us alone. Wyatt and I round the couch. He sits across from Sara on the ottoman while I wrap my arm around her shoulders and draw her into me. She drags in a breath and relaxes.

“He’s really in trouble this time, isn’t he?” Her gaze flicks between the three of us.

“Seems to be.” Which makes it all the more frustrating. Why hasn’t he called or contacted us in some way?

“This is what Tom is good at though. Hiding from his problems.” Finn shakes his head. “If they thought you were in trouble—”

“The townhouse was broken into.” Wyatt shoves to his feet and paces back and forth. “We’re clueless to who might be part of whatever Tom is running from. Fuck, for all we know Drew is part of it.”

Sara’s brows pinch together. “Why would you think Drew is part of it?”

“You two happen to start dating after Tom leaves? He owns a club Tom frequents, where he meets with people? I don’t know, trouble. I need to protect you and that means looking at everything.” He pauses in front of her.

When their eyes lock, she’s not smiling. “One, I’m the one who decided to date Drew. He never contacted me. I made the first move.”

She stands and glares up at him with her hands on her hips. “Two, even Finn knew about this club. Come on. None of us knew he owned it, and most likely, Tom didn’t know either.”

Wyatt stands perfectly still.

“Maybe you’re just jealous Drew is here at all.”

He grabs the back of her neck and drags her against his body. She gasps at the sudden movement, but she also softens beneath his touch.

“He’s here for you, trouble.” Wyatt lifts her so she’s on her tiptoes.

Her hands brace on his chest. “You are the only reason he’s here.

Finn, Dante, and I are here for you, but also because we’re friends.

None of us could have you without hurting the others.

So do I have reservations about the guy I barely know that I just let fuck my best friend’s sister? Yeah, I do.”

She pushes at his chest but doesn’t move an inch. “Fuck you, Wyatt. He’s not part of whatever Tom is into. You just want any reason to hate him because he’s the only one that could’ve taken me completely away from all of you.”

Wyatt growls and lowers his face to hers. “You’re mine, trouble. No one can take you from me now.”

Finn gives me a look. We need to de-escalate this situation. As one, we stand.

“Wyatt—”

Wyatt’s dark eyes meet mine. He’s in control, but just barely.

“I’m fine.” He closes his eyes and draws in a breath. When he opens his eyes, he’s better and turns to Sara. “Once we negotiate our contract, I can’t wait to punish you.”

She arches an eyebrow. “Are you going to spank me like a naughty school girl, sir?”

Fuck. Leave it to Sara to throw gasoline on a smoldering fire.

His mouth crashes over hers. Finn sighs and walks over to the bar, gesturing with his head for me to follow.

“Those two are going to hate fuck every night, aren’t they?” Finn hands me a glass of scotch.

I glance back. Sara’s hands are tangled in Wyatt’s hair while he holds her in place, one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her ass. She’s making these little noises of pleasure. Finn’s not wrong.

“The years aren’t just going to fall away since they’re fucking now. She’s mad at him for ignoring her and he’s frustrated from having to ignore her.” I shake my head and sip my scotch, trying to process that interview. “Do you think Tom knows what he’s gotten himself into?”

Finn scoffs. “Does he ever?”

“We need to be careful.”

Wyatt lowers Sara onto the couch. Drew walks in and shakes his head at Wyatt and Sara.

“Someone should splash cold water on those two.” Drew walks over to the bar and Finn hands him a glass. “Or ask them to take off their clothes.”

Drew smirks as he watches. I get it. The passion between them burns fucking hot.

He takes a drink and glances at us. “The fucking FBI? What the fuck are you guys dragging me into?”

“Pretty sure it’s Sara who dragged you into it.” Finn grins. “And it’s not us. It’s Tom. He has a knack for making things go sideways fast, but usually he catches it before it goes too far.”

“Every bad plan we had in high school came from Tom.” I smile. “But that guy has a guardian angel or something on his back because he always knows when it’s time to stop or run. Worked out great for us when we were teens.”

When the sound of a zipper releasing breaks the silence, Drew says loudly, “Can you two not fuck in my office? At least let me be the first one to fuck Sara in my office.”

Sara jerks her head back and turns her passion-laden gaze to us. “What now then?”

Wyatt nuzzles her throat and she sucks in a breath.

“Maybe we should talk about Tom and why he’s got the Feds on him?” I offer. I’d much rather continue fucking Sara, but priorities.

Wyatt brushes his lips over hers before they both sit up and straighten their clothes. “We should go back to our apartment.”

Sara quirks an eyebrow at him and he sighs.

“You should come with us, Drew.”

Drew laughs. “We’ll be best friends before you know it.”

Something tells me it’s going to take a little time for that to happen.

Sara bites her lip as she looks at each of us. “I don’t want today to be over yet. Tom already took years from us. The Fed problem will still exist tomorrow morning. Is it possible to stay together through the night?”

“You want all of us to sleep together?” My skepticism is high. It’s one thing to all fuck around each other, but to sleep together? Fuck, I think the last time Finn, Wyatt, and I even slept in the same room was because we passed out drunk in the living room.

She shrugs and looks a little hopeful. Wyatt’s right, she is trouble. I want to do everything to make her happy.

“There’s this hotel suite with an extra-large king.” Drew steps forward and cups her cheek. “Fit for a princess and her bulldogs.”

“I’ll book it.” Finn doesn’t even ask which hotel as he pulls out his phone. Why am I not surprised?

“Do you want to raid the room here for anything, princess?” Drew kisses her and she grins.

“I know one thing we’ll definitely need.” Her gaze collides with mine.

That look tells me she’s going to tie me to something again. “Anything you want, pip.”