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"Oh? Let's hear it!"
"Linsey, you know Sofia Bonanno?"
"Sofia Bonanno? Isn't she Old Martin Bonanno's second wife?"
"Yeah. Need intel on her, fast as possible!"
Svafa licked lips, staring at Lawson with wet, hungry eyes.
"So, rush job? That costs extra!"
Lawson raised eyebrow, immediately catching her drift.
"How do you want payment?"
"Obviously..."
Svafa was just about to grab his gearshift, but Megan walked out holding phone right at that moment.
"Mr. Lawson, we talked to Mike. He's covering our shifts and checking on our families."
Mainly Megan's family. After all, most guys from hood usually have missing or locked-up father.
Franklin had it worse. Never knew his dad. Mom died when he was teenager, so his aunt raised him.
"Good. Stay in this apartment. Don't go out. Safety first. I'll drop off food regularly."
Saying that, Lawson looked eager to drag Svafa out of there.
Lawson's supposed concern was purely selfish. Didn't want Megan and Franklin getting killed and voiding bonus objective for 'In Name of Father' job.
But after massive emotional rollercoaster over past two days, Megan seemed to catch weird feelings from Lawson's 'care'.
"Mr. Lawson, your phone!"
"Keep phone for now. Call me if shit hits fan. My number is..."
Lawson wrapped arm around Svafa's tight waist and left apartment.
It was David Abbot's phone, but Lawson knew damn well banker wouldn't look for it or report it missing.
If asshole was smart, he already packed all his cash and fled America. His last chance.
Lawson already sent evidence to Pacific Standard Bank anyway. David Abbot's social death was guaranteed.
Megan watched Lawson walk away, strange look in her eyes.
Franklin waved hand in front of Megan's face.
"Megan, what are you looking at?"
"N-nothing!"
Trying to change subject, Megan looked at phone in her hand.
"Franklin, look! Why are all contacts on this phone from Pacific Standard Bank? Wait. Pacific Standard Bank!"
Not many knew details of Pacific Standard Bank heist, but Megan definitely did. She previously clashed with Vincent over it.
'Pacific Standard Bank' instantly triggered her memory of four hitchhikers they picked up that day.
One of those four guys happened to be Asian.
Right then, in Megan's mind, that Asian guy's build perfectly aligned with Lawson's.
"Don't tell me..."
"Don't tell you what?"
Franklin looked at Megan, totally confused.
"N-nothing! Let's keep watching TV!"
For some reason, Megan didn't want to tell Franklin what she figured out. Wanted to keep it secret. Secret only she and Lawson shared.
Unfortunately, Megan had no idea quite few people already knew this secret.
Meanwhile, Lawson drove Svafa to her Beverly Hills apartment.
Two of them practically ripped each other's clothes off minute they walked in. Couldn't even spare hand to close door; Lawson had to kick it shut.
Clothes went flying everywhere, scattered across floor.
Lawson noticed Svafa's skin was incredibly pale. Even in dark, it practically glowed.
Guess people from high latitudes—like Slavs or Nordics—just had seriously pale skin.
"Lawson, wait!"
Svafa was around six-foot-one, absolute amazon of woman. But Lawson felt she wasn't heavy at all. Clearly, all her weight was stacked in right places, thick exactly where it mattered.
"Phew!"
Svafa let out long, breathy sigh.
Thoroughly conquered, Svafa lay completely limp. Looked like her soul literally left her body.
"Lawson, how is your stamina this insane? You're absolute monster!"
Svafa clearly felt somewhat defeated. She probably even worked on her cardio recently just for this.
"You complaining or enjoying it?"
Lawson gently stroked Svafa's smooth back. Unlike many Western women, she didn't have heavy peach fuzz. Skin was flawlessly smooth and felt incredible.
Plus, her back had defined muscle lines. Woman clearly had professional combat training.
During their intense 'workout', Lawson noticed Svafa had distinct six-pack abs.
Normal girls hitting gym don't get muscle definition like that unless they're trainers or professional fighters.
But muscle didn't ruin her sex appeal at all. Just added fierce, lethal vibe that made Lawson even more curious about who she really was.
Too bad Svafa wasn't keen on spilling her past.
Sliding his hand down, Lawson felt scar right under her ribs. Almost ruined aesthetic of her perfect biological armor.
"Ugly, isn't it?"
Svafa wore easy smile, but clearly felt self-conscious about scar.
"Ms. Svafa, I already paid up. Where's my intel?"
"Hehe, you think that quick session buys intel? Wait, I'm joking, please..."
"Too late!"