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𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 (Mississippi Smoke Series Book 5) by New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Abbi Glines releases next week. This is Than's story from the Mississippi Smoke Series. Check out this sneak peek!
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“So what happens Monday morning?” I asked him.
“She goes to school, gets registered,” he replied.
“Without a parent?”
“She’s nineteen, remember.”
Oh yeah. For someone who was supposed to be dumb, she had been sharp with the manipulation. I’d admire it if it wasn’t us who she was manipulating.
“I’m taking her to Madison High?”
He nodded.
“I’m going to call Doskins tomorrow and tell him she’s a friend of the family staying here until graduation because her mother just passed away,” he explained.
Barney Doskins was the principal at the high school and had been since Ransom, my older brother by three years, started his freshman year.
“And what do I do until then? Just stand around outside the cabin?” Bored out of my fucking mind.
Linc shrugged. “I didn’t have much time to think about that. I got the call from Baskins, then took the situation to Blaise. He said to do whatever we had to in order to shut her up. The only thing I could think was to give her what she was asking, three months with somewhere to live and help financially.”
“I don’t see why she didn’t just drop out and go work where her mother did.”
Linc nodded. He’d probably thought the same thing. It would have saved us the headache, and she’d make a fortune.
“Who knows. I’d say she’s worried about her education, but seeing as she’s a nineteen-year-old senior, I’m going to assume that’s not high on her priority list,” he said. “We have to watch her. Can’t trust her. It could very likely be that she’s out for revenge. Baskin’s help may not have been what she came for, it may have been to ruin his life. Her mother is dead. She very likely blames him for never being around. Abandoning them. She’s young, hurt, and she’s probably heard shit about him from her mother that makes her hate him even more.”
If she was here for revenge, this job would be harder than it already was.
“We need to get her phone tapped with a tracker on it,” he told me. “I’ll leave that to you. Get it done while she’s asleep tonight. We need to start recording all her calls and text messages. Go through what is already on there, too, and send me anything concerning.”
I nodded.
“As for what to do now, read a book,” he replied.
I frowned at him. “Read a book?”
He smirked. “Maybe you can convince her to let you have the remote to the television.”
“That’s inside.”
“You planning on sitting outside the entire time?”
I didn’t really fucking plan on anything. I was waiting for direction. But I hadn’t planned on being inside the cabin with her.
“You want me in the cabin?” I asked incredulously.
“She can’t fuck up much for us if your right there under her nose. She asked for somewhere to stay. That didn’t include alone. We need to make sure she only has one phone. Check her things for an ipad, laptop, all that shit in her boxes you need to snoop. Figure her out. Find her weakness. It could be we find something to turn around and blackmail her with.”
Great. Now I was a damn spy too.
“And why is Forge too old for this job?” I asked with a groan.
“It’s a small town. Folks see him out with a high school girl, and it will draw attention. We don’t want to deal with gossip and shit about her. We need her to ride this out under the radar.”
I let out a sharp laugh. “Well then we are fucked. You did get a good look at her, right? She’s never gonna be under any radar. She’ll draw attention with or without Forge.”
He grimaced. “That is an issue, but maybe she won’t dress like that for school.”
“Maybe she owns a damn bra,” I muttered.
He stopped walking when we reached the edge of the south side of his property. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glanced over at me. “Just don’t make Samson’s mistake.”
When I stared at him, completely clueless to what he was saying, he continued.
“In the Bible.”
“I’ve never read the Bible,” I pointed out the obvious.
The corner of his mouth quirked. “You really should. It’s a good read. Anyway, there is a story in it about a man named Samson who was brought down by the enemy because of a woman. One, he wanted so bad, he trusted her when he shouldn’t. And because of that, she took away everything important to him. It’s a tragic tale that ends in his death.”
I raised my eyebrows. “The Bible has stories like that in it?”
He nodded. “It does. Some even darker.”
“Huh, who knew?” I mused, then shook my head. “Just because she’s a sexpot doesn’t make me weak. I had two different ones on their knees with my cock in their mouths last night.”
“I don’t need details of your sexcapades.”
I chuckled as he gave me a withering glance.
“Just watch her, go through her things, find out something on her we can use. Anything to shut her up. We have two more years with Baskins, and we have to keep his reputation clean.”
“If I find something does that mean this babysitting shit ends?”
Linc nodded. “I guess so, if you were to find something big enough to hold over her head to shut her up and send her back where she came from.”
I didn’t know there was a ticket out of this.
“I’ll find something we can use. Come Hell or high water.”
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