REMEDY: A Mafia Romance (Return to Us Trilogy Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

fucker.
    "I suggest you leave before your little bureaucracy acquires another homicide case, this one the death of a federal agent killed by strangulation in a hospital hallway."
    "Uh huh."
    He needs to run right about now, or I'll let this raving panther off his fucking leash to gnaw the flesh from his bones.
    He finally gets the goddamn message and turns to walk down the hall.
    Moron.
    "I'll be in touch, Jordan."
    Like fuck you will.
    Shane and I make eye contact. I take a deep breath and say to him, "Get that fucking vehicle here ASAP. We're taking her home."

Chapter 3
     
    Jacade
     
    My phone buzzes in my pocket.
    Shane: Visitor
    Christ. Not Drake again.
    I leave Ivy chatting with Helen and open the door. Shane is staring down Gerry Boothby. He has some fucking nerve showing up here. What the fuck does he want? I tip my head to Shane and regard Boothby with an impassive face. If what Viktor said is true, and this asshole is Ivy's father, then Vera must have been gorgeous because Boothby is a basset hound.
    "I'd like to meet Ivy," he says.
    "She's recovering right now. Why?"
    "I want to meet the woman commanding so much attention lately. I owe her an apology as I represent Viktor, and he gave her a lot of grief."
    Bullshit. He's sniffing around, looking for ways to use her against me.
    "We can arrange a meet after she's released."
    "I'd like to speak to her now."
    Fuck. He outranks me. I have to follow orders. I can't give him any reason to suspect I know he killed Vera.
    Helen steps into the hallway and approaches to us. She glares at Boothby. "What's he doing here?"
    "He wants to meet Ivy."
    "No," Helen snaps.
    But she can't command him. The boss's daughter holds no rank.
    Boothby speaks close to my ear. "I've got three dead soldiers and the feds sniffing up my ass. If I want to talk to a key witness, you fucking let me in, Trip."
    I hope Viktor's rotting in hell for putting Ivy on his radar like this. I have no choice but to let him in. "She knows nothing. Don't upset her."
    He nods, and I precede him into the room. He stops next to her bed.
    Step back, Boothby. Don't scare her. He towers over her with his fake authoritative air and smiles. I wrap my hands around the rail at the foot of her bed.
    Ivy's eyes widen, but don't flash with recognition. I'd be shocked if she remembered him as the police commissioner from the night she got arrested. Eighteen years is a long time, and he's aged like shit on a stick.
    "Ivy, this is Senator Gerry Boothby. He was Viktor's mentor and father figure. He wants to speak with you." I wave my hand from him to her.
    "Hello, Senator," she says with a gracious, pure smile.
    He doesn't deserve her smiles. He's a lying murderer. He holds his hand out to her.
    No! Don't touch her, fuckbag.
    She hesitates and looks at me. I clench my jaw and tilt my chin for her to go ahead. She shakes his hand. My fingernails dig into her bed rail.
    My skin itches thinking about how the bastard manhandled her when she was an innocent eighteen-year-old girl. Sick fuck didn't even know he was molesting his own daughter.
    "Hello, Ivy. Nice to meet you, although it's not under the best circumstances."
    Helen scowls as she enters the room and stands between Gerry and me. C'mon, Helen. Poker face on. Don't let him get to you.
    "It's true. Viktor was like a son to me. Of course, he was always close with Bernard too," Boothby says and looks at Helen.
    Helen narrows her eyes back at him.
    Interesting. Does Helen know Viktor hung out at the track with Bernard? I had no clue until a few days ago.
    "I took him under my wing when he was twenty-one, and I've done my best to guide him, but he was always a rogue and a mystery to me. I can't imagine what drove him to cause you so much trouble."
    "Who knows what motivates people to commit horrific acts like he did?" Oh please, Ivy. You're not forgiving Viktor, are you?
    "Well, I came to offer my apologies. I'm sorry you were injured. You're an innocent bystander in the