“No. She’s not going back there.”
“Can you still ask?” Jackson asked smoothly.
“I suppose I could, but I’m telling you now. Linc’s not going to let her be put in danger.”
“No fucking way!”
Marisol was so shocked by Linc’s angry words that she jolted, spraying small googly eyes in the air.
“Oh shivers,” she muttered, looking at the mess that landed off the sheet Linc had put down for her to craft on.
His phone had rung a minute ago and he’d stepped out to take it, although he’d left the door open.
“Not happening, Ed. Tell them no. She’s not meeting with them. No way. Fine. Fuck.”
She jumped again. Something was seriously wrong if Linc was swearing. She slid completely out of Little headspace as she climbed to her feet. After her time-out, he’d had her lie down on her back on the princess bed, then holding her in the diaper position, he’d removed the butt plug and put some cream on her bottom before doing up her onesie.
But her bottom still reminded her of her earlier spanking as she stood and moved to the door. Just as she reached the door, Linc stepped through. He raised his eyebrows at her.
“What were you doing, teeny?”
She worried at her lip. “I heard you swearing. What’s the matter? Is it Tiger?”
He sighed and ran his hand down his face. “Come on, come sit down.”
“Oh no. That means it’s bad.”
He took her hand and led her to the bed. He sat and pulled her onto his lap, her ass hanging over the side of his thigh.
“Ed just called.”
“Okay.”
“He had three people turn up in his office earlier. From the FBI, the DEA and the Treasury Department.”
“Okay.” She wasn’t sure what else to say.
“They’re here about your aunt. And the Devil’s Sinners. They have evidence that she’s been laundering money for them.”
“Oh God.”
“Yeah. It wasn’t like she hid it well. They have plenty of evidence to arrest her.”
“Then why don’t they?” she asked.
“They’re hoping to get evidence against the Devil’s Sinners, in particular Saber. And Tiger.”
“And they want to use my aunt.”
“Actually, they don’t think your aunt will help them. But they want you to.”
“They want me to help? But I don’t know anything.”
“They’re hoping you can find them information.”
Her brain pieced it all together. “They want me to go back to her, right? Back to living with her? Being around Tiger? Do they know what he tried to do to me?”
“Ed told them. They still wanted him to ask you.”