Dirty Money (Bad Money #2) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Ali Parker
good woman she was capable of being, or was she as nefarious as Seth? One thing was for certain - she knew Seth. Why had she acted differently in the old warehouse when they came face to face?
Something didn't add up. He needed the rest of the file. Who the fuck had it? Either way, she was hiding something. The thought made him less willing to drop everything he had worked so hard for in order to bring her into his life, into his world. A leopard couldn't change his spots, but Jon was trying and had been for so long. He was almost there. Almost to the point of convincing himself that he was one of the good guys.
He couldn't do this. Turning his life around years ago meant putting his most depraved desires to rest and never looking back. Kate was the exact replica of those things. The need to have her burned like fire along his insides, but left him in full awareness. He wasn't going to live the life that she was being forced to live. He needed to offer her the option of running with him or he would simply have to get out.
Crime and death weren't a choice for him. He refused to be anything but one of the good guys. He had to prove himself good and right and true. If he had been more convinced of that earlier in life, Adam wouldn't have followed after his ways and would still be alive.
If he had been better as a kid his father wouldn't have died and would still be around to take care of his mother. His mother wouldn't be lost in false religion and uncaring as she was. It was all his fault. He lived a life that beckoned death and disease to follow, and it had. There wasn't much left to lose, but what little he had - he couldn't fathom giving up.
Jon finished his drink, ordered another one and texted Marcus. He couldn't talk to Kate just yet... she would dissolve his willingness to walk away. Just one look at her and he would be sucked back under.
Jon: Count me out of this new lifestyle, Marcus. I can't do this shit. I wasn't built for it. Tell Kate.
Marcus : Fuck you. Where are you?
Jon: Feebers at the edge of town. I get it. It's whatever.
Marcus: It doesn't work like that, Jon. Stay where you are. I'll be there shortly .
Jon scoffed and slipped the phone back into his pocket. Of course it didn't work like that. The good guys never won. They never got the chance to redeem themselves. His mother's voice filled his ears as he closed his eyes and pressed his hands to his face.
"Once a criminal, always a criminal."
She was right... he would never be good again. It was a shame he couldn't force himself to stop trying.
Jon glanced up as Marcus sat down beside him, the large thug looking more like a drug dealer than ever. His dark blue button up shirt fit snugly across his massive chest, matching his black slacks and dress shoes perfectly. It was his bald head and the tear drop tattoo under his right eye that labeled him something to keep away from.
Marcus didn't speak until the bartender stopped in front of them both. "I'll have what he's having and bring him another. I'll drive his ass home."
"Sounds good, son." The bartender smiled and patted Jon's arm. "Is it woman troubles or woman troubles?"
Marcus chuckled and shook his head. "It's always woman troubles."
Jon picked up his glass and threw back the remnants of his third drink. The liquor hadn't seemed to help numb the fear that everything was about to shift for the worst. How long had he been looking for love? Too long. Kate was the perfect girl for him, but her past screamed of everything he hated about himself. It would come back to haunt them forever... it already had.
"What the fuck is up with you? This about Adam or Kate?"
"It's about living someone else's life." Jon glanced toward Marcus. "I don't want this shit. I'm a cop, Marcus. I know you don't get it, but my whole purpose in life is to take down the bad guys. Now I'm being forced to become one."
Marcus glanced toward him, his expression softening a little. "I get it. Kate went
Something didn't add up. He needed the rest of the file. Who the fuck had it? Either way, she was hiding something. The thought made him less willing to drop everything he had worked so hard for in order to bring her into his life, into his world. A leopard couldn't change his spots, but Jon was trying and had been for so long. He was almost there. Almost to the point of convincing himself that he was one of the good guys.
He couldn't do this. Turning his life around years ago meant putting his most depraved desires to rest and never looking back. Kate was the exact replica of those things. The need to have her burned like fire along his insides, but left him in full awareness. He wasn't going to live the life that she was being forced to live. He needed to offer her the option of running with him or he would simply have to get out.
Crime and death weren't a choice for him. He refused to be anything but one of the good guys. He had to prove himself good and right and true. If he had been more convinced of that earlier in life, Adam wouldn't have followed after his ways and would still be alive.
If he had been better as a kid his father wouldn't have died and would still be around to take care of his mother. His mother wouldn't be lost in false religion and uncaring as she was. It was all his fault. He lived a life that beckoned death and disease to follow, and it had. There wasn't much left to lose, but what little he had - he couldn't fathom giving up.
Jon finished his drink, ordered another one and texted Marcus. He couldn't talk to Kate just yet... she would dissolve his willingness to walk away. Just one look at her and he would be sucked back under.
Jon: Count me out of this new lifestyle, Marcus. I can't do this shit. I wasn't built for it. Tell Kate.
Marcus : Fuck you. Where are you?
Jon: Feebers at the edge of town. I get it. It's whatever.
Marcus: It doesn't work like that, Jon. Stay where you are. I'll be there shortly .
Jon scoffed and slipped the phone back into his pocket. Of course it didn't work like that. The good guys never won. They never got the chance to redeem themselves. His mother's voice filled his ears as he closed his eyes and pressed his hands to his face.
"Once a criminal, always a criminal."
She was right... he would never be good again. It was a shame he couldn't force himself to stop trying.
Jon glanced up as Marcus sat down beside him, the large thug looking more like a drug dealer than ever. His dark blue button up shirt fit snugly across his massive chest, matching his black slacks and dress shoes perfectly. It was his bald head and the tear drop tattoo under his right eye that labeled him something to keep away from.
Marcus didn't speak until the bartender stopped in front of them both. "I'll have what he's having and bring him another. I'll drive his ass home."
"Sounds good, son." The bartender smiled and patted Jon's arm. "Is it woman troubles or woman troubles?"
Marcus chuckled and shook his head. "It's always woman troubles."
Jon picked up his glass and threw back the remnants of his third drink. The liquor hadn't seemed to help numb the fear that everything was about to shift for the worst. How long had he been looking for love? Too long. Kate was the perfect girl for him, but her past screamed of everything he hated about himself. It would come back to haunt them forever... it already had.
"What the fuck is up with you? This about Adam or Kate?"
"It's about living someone else's life." Jon glanced toward Marcus. "I don't want this shit. I'm a cop, Marcus. I know you don't get it, but my whole purpose in life is to take down the bad guys. Now I'm being forced to become one."
Marcus glanced toward him, his expression softening a little. "I get it. Kate went
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