Illeanna Read Online Free PDF Page A

around the small circle of men. Louis, Julien, and Franco eyed the agent with daggers in their eyes.
    “Try closing your eyes, darling. Just relax and think about the kitchen and when the first gunman entered.”
    She did as the agent said and took a few deep breaths then recalled what she could about the man. She surprised herself when she remembered that he had a piercing in his right ear and part of a tattoo sticking out from the collar of the dress shirt he wore.
    When she finished describing all she could, she felt the agent squeeze her hand. She opened her eyes and locked gazes with him.
    “You did really good, Illeanna. I’m going to give you my card. I want you to call me if you remember anything else. We’ll be in touch,” he stated, still holding her hand.
    She looked at the men and cringed a moment. The agent seemed to pick up on the Boudoux men watching as he winked at Illeanna. Was he purposely trying to piss them off?
    “My personal cell phone is listed on the back. You call me at that number if you need anything.” He looked at the men before he smirked then walked away. Oh yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.
    “What an asshole,” Louis stated, and his brothers chuckled then looked at Illeanna.
    “I thought he was kind of nice,” Illeanna couldn’t help but add before she took another glance toward the direction the agent walked off in.
    It was Franco who crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked her over.
    She felt her body tingle as he stared at the cleavage of her breasts then her face. The nerve of him to think that he could look at her with hungry eyes. She wasn’t some bimbo who went all gaga over nailing a Boudoux. She had more class than that.
    “Am I free to go now?” she asked him, and he raised his eyebrow at her.
    “Did you drive to work?” Julien asked, and she nodded.
    “Your keys and purse inside the kitchen?” Louis asked.
    “Yes, why?” she asked.
    “Because Louis is driving you home, and Julien will drive your car. I’ll meet you at the house in a bit,” Franco informed her.
    “I’m fine really. I don’t need you driving me home, and I need to make sure that the kitchen is all right,” she demanded.
    “The restaurant is closed as they investigate. There’s a crime scene in there, sugar,” Franco told her.
    “A crime scene? You mean Jacque died? Leeza said he was alive.”
    “Not Jacque, honey, another guy that the two gunmen intended to kill. This is an official investigation,” Franco stated then looked at his brothers.
    “Take care of her and keep me posted on the ankle. I’ll be there as soon as things are wrapped up here. The agents are going to want to talk with you two tomorrow.”
    “We know and we’ll handle it,” Julien stated as Illeanna tried to walk herself toward the restaurant. They were all being so authoritative, and it made her uncomfortable. She wasn’t a child. She was a grown woman.
    Immediately Louis lifted her up and began carrying her.
    “Put me down, Louis!”
    She locked gazes with him as Julien touched her cheek. She had to look up toward both men to hold their gazes.
    “Not a chance in hell, sugar. You’re in our care now so just comply.”
    His statement outraged her as he began to head toward the restaurant’s back entrance. She swallowed hard, despite not wanting to see any crime scene or accept what had really taken place in the kitchen, the moment they entered she found herself latching on to Louis as she stared wide-eyed at the mess.
    “If it’s too much for ya, being back in here, Julien will grab your things.” Louis told her in a soft, calm tone. She contemplated giving in to the uncomfortable feeling she felt and hiding her emotions from these two men. She took too long to answer as Louis held her a little tighter.
    “Where they at, sugar?” Julien asked, and she whispered where he could find her belongings.
    “Let’s get you home,” Louis stated then carried her back out and toward his