No Limit (Armed & Dangerous #1)(13)

I bit my lip and watched her lick the salt off her fingers. Holy f*ck she was killing me. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

Eyes wide, she choked on her popcorn and coughed, gasping for air.

I patted her on the back, trying to contain my laugh. “You all right?”

“Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

Keeping my gaze on hers, I grabbed a handful of popcorn. “I’m not always an arrogant jackass, Aylee. With that being said, thank you for being vigilant tonight. I know that’s what you wanted to hear.”

“Do you mean it?” she asked.

Smiling wide, I tossed the popcorn in mouth. “We might end up being a good team after all.” The problem was, I was beginning to want more.





“So far so good,” I said, stretching my calves. Jason’s voice was in my ear as I ran in circles up and down the street in front of Madame Chatfield’s estate. She lived behind a large, wrought iron gate in a mansion three times the size of my uncle’s bed and breakfast.

“You doing okay? Not tired yet?”

I knew he could see me, but I couldn’t see him. “I’m fine. Just hoping I’m not running around like this for nothing.”

“Your effort is not going unnoticed. You should wear those shorts more often.”

Lifting my hand, I fixed my ponytail and flipped him off.

He chuckled. “I saw that.”

“Good. Time for lap four.” Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly and picked up my feet. I was in really good shape, but the Vegas heat was torture. Maine was much more pleasant. Lifting my shirt? I used it to wipe the sweat off my forehead; it was already burning my eyes.

“Stop, firecracker. The gate just opened. Be ready to get in the car.”

Leaning over on my knees, I caught my breath. “Ten-four.” It wasn’t long before his silver Nissan GT-R sped around the corner. I hopped in as fast as I could and buckled up. “You haven’t lost her, have you?”

“Nope, we’ll catch up.” Turning the car around, he sped off in the direction he just came.

“Are you sure it was her in the car?”

“Positive. I don’t think any of the escorts have white hair and wrinkles.”

“Never know. Chatfield might be exploring the possibilities of granny porn.”

Jason shivered. “Fuck that.”

We finally caught up to Chatfield and followed her down to the strip. “Where do you think she’s going?”

“Don’t know, but put this on,” he said, tossing a baseball hat onto my lap. “We don’t want her being able to recognize us.”

I put it on and tucked my hair underneath, making sure my sunglasses were in place. Once we got to the section of hotels, her car turned into Caesar’s and stopped at the entrance. She got out and headed inside while her car stayed in the front. “What are we going to do?”

Parking quickly, he grabbed his gun out of the center dash and holstered it under his shirt. “We’re going to take her for a ride.”

Securing the hat on my head, I turned to him. “Let’s go.”

Putting on a pair of sunglasses and a hat as well, Jason smiled and got out of the car. Chatfield’s chauffeur sat in the driver’s seat with the window down. He was an elderly man, probably in his mid-sixties. Hopefully, we wouldn’t give him a heart attack.

“What if she’s a part of what’s going on? This could blow our whole cover,” I said, rushing across the parking lot.

“It could, but I’m hoping with her being out of business it’s a good sign. We have to take risks. When I get in, hop in the back and be prepared. As soon as she gets in the car, I’ll get us moving.”

“Got it.”

We approached the car and the driver looked up. Jason flashed his badge and opened the door. “If you don’t mind, sir, I need you to move over, now.”

The driver held up his hands and moved over, his voice shaking. “Is something wrong, officer?”

“I just want to talk to Madame Chatfield.” Nodding at me, I got in and the driver turned a weary brow my way. “Please don’t hurt my lady.” He was genuinely scared.

“We just want to talk to her,” I assured him.

“She’s been so upset with everything going on. I don’t want her stressed any more than she already is.”

Jason snorted. “Take it easy. We’re the good guys here.”

The man still stared wearily at us. Luckily, we didn’t have to wait long for Madame Ronnie Chatfield to waltz out of the hotel. I moved over to the far corner of the limo so she couldn’t see me until after she got in. Before the driver could heed a warning, I jumped up and slammed the door shut, just as Jason took off.

Gasping, Ronnie clutched her chest, dropping her bag on the floor. “What the hell is the meaning of this? Who are you?” To be the owner of a well-known whorehouse, you wouldn’t suspect it by the way she looked. She was older with long, white hair, dressed in a chic pantsuit, and no doubt the product of extensive plastic surgeries. I guess she could afford it having over a hundred women and men under her belt.

“We’re just here to ask you a few questions. If there’s nothing to hide, there won’t be a problem. I’m with the FBI.”