His to Punish (The Cleaners Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

I’m glad you brought her up, actually, as Myrtle’s unfortunate end… ”
    A grim smile played across his features when he said that, and it took all of Jeanette’s willpower to not scream at him, unfortunate, my ass. She was murdered!
    She didn’t do anything of the sort, of course, mindful of the fact that her own life was at stake here, so she gritted her teeth instead, and forced a smile, of sorts, on her face.
    “Like I said, as unfortunate as that was, it demonstrates my point quite clearly. Myrtle brought her demise on by herself. Had she stayed loyal and thus under my protection none of that would have happened.” He paused, and this time his smile was pure evil. It made Jeanette step back and seek the solid warmth of Ty’s protection, which should have been an oxymoron, but right now it made sense to her. She certainly would not get any help from Ren or Huntly, who studied her again as though she was an interesting species of microbe under the microscope.
    “I see.”
    Ty’s sigh behind her raised the fine hair on her neck, and belatedly she realized that he was resting his head on her shoulder.
    “Titch, do you have a death wish?” The murmured words made her turn her head slightly, so that she could see his expression, and she shook her head.
    “Could have fooled me,” Ty said, and straightened up again. He also released his hold on her, and Jeanette felt strangely bereft without his body surrounding her. She wrapped her arms around herself instead, and kept her gaze on Owen Huntly’ shiny black Italian loafers instead, as she murmured her apology.
    “Sorry, I’m just trying to get this straight in my head, that’s all. You say you protect your girls, but what happens when they’ve had enough and want to leave?”
    “Nothing, they leave.” Ren replied instead of Huntly, and when she risked a glance up at the club owner, she saw him give a sharp nod.
    “Just like that?” she asked.
    “You heard Ren. I see no reason to repeat myself here. Now, like I said, give me your answer or leave—”
    “Yes.”
    Ty sighed again, Ren shook his head, and Huntly smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes, and he addressed the man behind her instead of her.
    “You’ll have your hands full with this one. I expect a report on her abilities when you’re done with her. Depending on what that says, I’ll have a contract drawn up for her to sign.”
    Owen dismissed her with a wave of his hand and gesturing for Ren to follow him, left the club floor. It placed her on her own with Ty Mason, and her heart turned into a jackhammer, when he stepped around her and held out his hand.
    “Let’s go, titch.”
    She grimaced at that word he insisted on calling her, and amusement twinkled in his dark gaze.
    “Get used to it, girl. Now, how did you get here? Public transport or…”
    Jeanette shook her head.
    “My car is parked in the multi-story round the corner. Why?”
    Instead of answering her Ty looked toward his hand. Taking the hint, Jeanette took it and immediately wished she hadn’t. The jolt of connection that shot up her arm at the innocent enough contact was hard to take, made ten times worse by Ty’s sharp intake of breath, as though, he, too, had felt that. He tightened his hold on her hand and drew lazy and far too arousing circles over the back of it with his thumb.
    “That wasn’t so hard now, was it, girl? As to why I asked after your car, I would have thought that was obvious. I jogged here today, and we’ll need transport to get the Cleaners’ house. I’d have had to have nicked one of the boy’s cars to take us there, but we can take yours, so it’s all just fine and dandy.”
    “He wasn’t kidding about that then? I’m expected to live with you?”
    Ty surprised her by pulling her hand up to his mouth and dropping a kiss on back of it.
    “ Au contraire, my fair lady. You will be living with me, Ren and Susie, and the boys.” Having clearly judged her incredulous expression correctly, he