Page 53 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken

Chapter Eleven

“Richard Booker faces thirteen counts of first-degree murder, with various other offenses added on top. While the coroner has named this a suicide, others believe it was a murder—”

Stone hit Mute on the remote control and glanced at Montgomery. He snuggled beneath Stone’s arm, cheek leaning on his shoulder, gaze intent on the screen. The TV showed videos of the police rolling out Richard Booker’s covered body on a gurney.

“Did you do this?” Montgomery asked softly, not looking away from the wide screen.

Stone shook his head. “As much as I hated him, I’d rather see him in prison taking it up the ass than dead. And you never wanted him six feet under.”

Montgomery’s hand caressed Stone’s clothed chest and he sighed. “I suppose it was going to happen sooner or later. People hated him, especially when the truth came out.”

“Do you think it could have been Abigail?”

Montgomery snorted. “Nope. According tomysources, she left him the moment the pictures came out with him and the other women. She went hiding into her cave.” He leaned his head back and pressed a light kiss against Stone’s jaw. “Do you think one of the boys could have done it?”

Stone captured Montgomery’s lips in a deep, rough kiss, and his fingers clenched at his jaw. “No. They wouldn’t move on Booker without my order.” A familiar face caught his attention from the corner of his eyes. He pointed at the screen. “But him on the other hand? I can’t account for.”

Ardan stood near the back of the crowd that had gathered to watch the scene at the Booker mansion unfold. His face remained passive, but there was something deadly in his gaze, even standing so far away from the cameras.

“He doesn’t move without Killough’s orders,” Stone reminded him gently.

“Why would Killough kill him?” For someone who had lost his father, Montgomery didn’t look too distraught. It sent a wave of relief through Stone.

“He has his reasons, I suppose. Who knows with him?”

Montgomery snorted. “Yeah, who knows.”

“Do you care?” Stone combed his fingers through Montgomery’s hair. It had grown out since they’d first kidnapped him, and Stone liked the length. He had more to hold on to when he fucked Montgomery over whatever surface he pleased.

“No. Not really. Doesn’t matter if I do. He’s dead now. Kaden will be pissed, though.”

Had it been a few months ago, Stone might have felt jealousy over Kaden’s name, but it meant nothing to him anymore. Montgomery washisspoiled brat. “Good thing he doesn’t know where we are now, hmm?”

Montgomery’s chest rumbled with laughter. “I can already imagine him throwing a fit.”

Stone’s fingers squeezed harder at Montgomery’s chin. “How about you don’t imagine him? I can give you something to keep your mind off it?” His palm slid along Montgomery’s jaw and down his neck, pausing to squeeze teasingly around his windpipe.

Montgomery’s gaze darkened, his cheeks flushing, and he grinned. “Yes.”

Stone clicked his tongue. “Yes, what?”

“Please.”

“Good boy.”

The reporter on the screen kept jabbering as Stone led Montgomery off the couch. He must have hit the remote control when he pushed himself up because the reporter’s voice echoed through the empty room after Stone had guided him up the stairs, their lips plastered against each other.

“As of yet, the son of Richard Booker, Montgomery, is still missing and presumed to be dead. While there have been reported sightings of him, none of these have been confirmed. Detective Jax has released a statement confirming that they have no leads on Montgomery Booker….”