Wicked as Seduction – Trees & Laila Part 1 (Wicked & Devoted #5) Read Online Shayla Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Wicked & Devoted Series by Shayla Black
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Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 108044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
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Tessa looked relieved. “Would you be willing to put on a coat or wrap yourself in a blanket for a bit?”

She didn’t think twice. “Of course.”

“Thank god,” Trees muttered as he grabbed her hand. “I’ll find you something. Come with me.”

Trees led her to his bedroom. It brought back memories of being in his bed, under his body. She glanced into his bathroom and couldn’t get the steamy memory of him self-pleasuring out of her head.

He handed her a big green sweatshirt from one of his dresser drawers. “Here, put this on.”

Laila pulled the garment over her head, not surprised it swallowed her from her neck to her knees.

Then he returned to the kitchen. She followed, rolling up the too-long sleeves as he sucked down a mug of black coffee, then got down to the business of locating Tessa’s ex.

With no other way to help them, Laila started making breakfast.

As Trees was pounding away on his laptop, Zy’s phone buzzed. He scowled. “Why is One-Mile calling me on a Saturday morning?”

Laila perked up. He was smart, shrewd, and seemingly honorable. Hopefully, he was calling to help.

Trees peered at his screen. “I hope all hell isn’t breaking loose.”

“Hey, Walker…” Zy answered.

Trees listened, then sidled close to murmur in her ear, “He’s calling about the guy who took Tessa’s daughter. The stranger threatened Tessa earlier this week.”

Did Walker know something? Or had they found the little girl? But what about Tessa’s traitorous ex-boyfriend?

“Does he know this guy’s name? Or where to find him?” Zy paused. “Keep going.” Another pause. “Yeah. And?” This lull was even longer. Then Zy motioned to Trees for a pen. Tessa lunged for one on the far side of the table, then Zy scribbled a name. Johnson. “Thanks. I’ll run with it.”

“The man from the parking lot is named Johnson?” Tessa demanded once the call ended.

“Apparently. One-Mile has been researching. He showed the guy’s picture from our security footage around a police precinct this morning and got a hit. Someone arrested him a few months back for petty possession and remembered the belligerent SOB.”

Hope lit Tessa’s face. “That’s great! If we can find him…he has Hallie and—”

“Not necessarily. But if not, we’ll see what light he can shed as soon as I hunt him down. It would be fucking helpful if we had a first name.”

Laila’s heart went out to the woman.

“Where’s his picture?” Trees asked, settling behind his computer again. “Along with a last name, I might be able to get something while the scan to find your ex-douche is working in the background, Tessa.”

“Scan?” The other woman sounded confused.

“Yeah, it just takes a while to ping all the cell towers in the state.”

“You can do that?”

Trees grimaced. “Well, I’m not supposed to, but…”

Tessa frowned. “How did you get Cash’s number?”

He held up her phone. “I was doing a deep dive on this, so it wasn’t hard to find.”

“Look at Tuesday afternoon’s security footage of the EM parking lot,” Zy insisted.

“On it.” With a few clicks, a new screen popped up. Video scrolled in rapid time across his monitor.

Laila turned back to the scrambled eggs before they burned and flipped the bacon in the frying pan.

“That’s him,” Tessa gasped. “The man who stopped me in the parking lot. The man who calls when he has a demand in exchange for Hallie’s safety.”

“And if she’s not with him, he probably knows where she is,” Zy surmised.

Trees nodded. “Now if I just had a fucking first name… He never mentioned it?”

Laila plated the eggs and forked bacon from the pan, then turned to deliver the food to the table. She glanced at the face on Trees’s screen and nearly dropped everything. “Hector.”

Tessa grabbed the plates from her numb hands. “Mr. Johnson’s first name?”

“I do not know his name here, but in Mexico, in Emilo’s compound, he was called Hector.” The other hated Ramos brother. “He was greatly feared and fiercely loyal to my brother-in-law. He is not a man to cross.”

Trees scowled and rose to take Laila in his grasp. “That’s who hurt you?”

“Yes. Many times.”

Trees’s face turned molten with fury, then hardened with resolve. “He’ll find out I’m not a man to cross, either. I’ll make him pay.”

Laila turned to him in horror. “You cannot.”

“Oh, I absolutely can.”

He pulled up a search engine unlike anything she’d ever seen and typed in Hector Johnson. Moments later, an address popped up. “Gotcha, you son of a bitch. He’s in Lafayette.”

Just as he said the words, another ding sounded. Trees flipped to that window, read a few lines of some long string of code, and the smile that stretched across his face was terrifying. “Gotcha, too. Should have known you assholes would stick together.”

“What do you mean?” Tessa demanded.

“Hector and your ex? They’re at the same address.”

“Fuck,” Zy cursed. “They’re in this together.”


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