Sexual Deception (New Adult Interracial Romance, Bad for You Series Vol #1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

Houses are cheaper and there are much better schools. I've got three more years before Hassan starts kindergarten, and the schools here in Miami are crap.”
    “I can take you wherever you need, when I retire.”
    She laughed, but the joy didn't hit her eyes. Sadness pooled between her eyelids. “Kane, you won't even keep yourself alive long enough to retire.”
    “I've made it this long.” I wagged my eyebrows at her. “I think I can figure this survival thing out.”
    She swung her dreadlocks over her shoulder. “Watch yourself around Julio. He's crazier than usual.”
    “Okay. I will. Now can you go back to teasing me?”
    “I'm not teasing. I'm doing my job.” She played with the strings on her bikini top.
    I took a couple hundreds out and set them on the table. “Take it off for me.”
    “No.” She pushed the money back over to my way.
    A bang sounded on my booth's wall. “Knock. Knock.”
    I glanced over Teagan's shoulder. Julio's pudgy face greeted my eyes. Without me asking, Teagan gathered the money she earned, got off of me, and left.
    Not even a goodbye, huh?
    I swallowed down as much fury in me as I could. Several things battled in my skull. For one, I didn't appreciate the fact that Teagan was not naked and bouncing on my dick. And speaking of my little soldier, I didn't relish in him being so hard while I only had Julio to stare at.
    “Women will be the death of you.” Julio entered and sat down. “That's why I don't mess with them. They make men weak.”
    “You don't mess with them because you're gay.”
    “Homosexual.”
    “Sorry. I didn't realize your strip club was a place where politically correct terms were necessary.”
    Sweat dripped down the sides of Julio's pudgy face. Acne coated his cheeks, red and angry little bumps that required a dermatologist or at least some dedicated face washing time.
    In and out of the crime world, women considered my boss Miguel a sexy man. His face
    decorated most Hispanic magazine covers, especially when he acted in a movie or did a play. However, his son Julio was an apple that fell nowhere close to his father's tree. He'd been a fat kid all of his life and grew up to be an obese adult.
    As I sat next to him a funk emitted from the gold jacket he wore. His fingers shook each time he scratched his neck, and he did it repeatedly as if he could never get rid of his itch. Not a good sign at all. Plus, it didn't help that Teagan's nervous words floated in my head.
    “What do you want from me, Julio?”
    He scratched under his chin. “I need you to kill someone for me.”
    I threaded my fingers together and set them on the table. Anybody else would've died right in front of me, if they'd said something so blatant in such a public place. Even Miguel had the respect to use coded words, come to me on my own terms, and give me a sense of privacy. But not Julio. He thought he was above everything, due to who his father was.
    “Why can't you do it yourself?” I asked.
    “I've tried. Nothing has worked. Every time I send someone to do it. The person comes back dead.”
    “Comes back?” I raised one eyebrow.
    “Yeah. The body is delivered to my doorstep, clean with no fingerprints or anything. Not that I need to figure out who did it. I know. Half the time I don't even know how the motherfuckers died.
    They're just laying in front of my door every fucking morning, in or out of their clothes and completely dead.”
    The darkness in me perked up. People killed everyday, in sloppy ways, half-thought out methods—using a gun registered to themselves and placing it where the cops end up finding it, stabbing the person until the dead guy's blood decorated everything, even the killer, and my favorite idiot move, running someone over with the car they owned. Professionals took their time and planned it out, but even then, most resulted in mucked-up jobs. The few times someone took a life with precision and a cloak of mystery, I studied it for two reasons. One, I had