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terrible position of having to either hand over the evidence to his boss or face disciplinary action. The possible end of his career as an FBI agent.
    Climbing out of bed, he tossed the flashdrive back into the drawer. He ran his hands through his thick dark hair. Pulling on a black t shirt and shorts he prepared for his daily morning run.
    As he grabbed for his phone, it buzzed unexpectedly in his hand.
    Marciano Micelli.
    Fuck.
    Marciano Micelli was head of one of the biggest drug cartels in the world. He had worked with Micelli as a double agent two years ago when he was working in the drug enforcement division. His job had been to infiltrate the cartel and help to bring down one of the biggest shipments in the Western Hemisphere. However, Micelli had been onto him from the beginning and offered him substantial cash in exchange for Jax keeping him out of prison. Jax accepted and now he also worked for Micelli funneling him information on the FBI and DEA’s latest attempts to capture him.
    Now he was calling Jax most likely to ask him for another favor.
    Ever since he became involved with Micelli, Jax had regretted it. He never intended to become rogue. He had always wanted to be a police officer, but when his mother was accidentally shot and killed by a policeman he couldn’t bring himself to wear the uniform. So he had enlisted in the Marines instead. After his tenure as a Marine, Jax had been recruited by the FBI. His intentions had always been honorable, but when Micelli offered him millions of dollars to keep him out of prison, Jax couldn’t help but submit to temptation.
    Reluctantly, Jax answered the call.
    “Jax, how are you doing? I hope you are not busy, I need a favor.”
    Jax sighed.
    Of course.
    “Sure, Marc. What can I do for you?”
    “Well, it seems that a former employee of mine, Ron Slavin was arrested last night in Queens.”
    “Yeah, so?” Jax opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water.
    “Seems that he’s planning on spilling everything to the cops to keep himself out of a long prison term.”
    A sick feeling rolled in Jax’s stomach. He sat down at the kitchen table to pull on his running shoes.
    “Okay. Well, does he have anything on you?”
    “Possibly. I can’t have him running his mouth. So I need you to speak with him.”
    “I can’t, Marc. How can I explain my reason for going there?”
    “I don’t know, Jax. I’m not an agent. It’s not my job to figure out how that’s yours. His name is Ronald Slavin. Find him and make him shut up. You know what I mean.”
    Fuck! He didn’t need this now!
    He sighed.
    “Okay, Marc. I will see what I can do.”
    “Don’t see. Just do it. I’ll be in touch in a few days.”
    With that, the phone went dead.
    Jax swallowed hard and stuffed the phone into his pocket. Running down the driveway, he started his run.
     
    Fiona
     
     
    Buttoning her jacket, Fiona raced down the hall to Skylar’s office. As soon as she walked in, she was surrounded by somber faces. All the executives in the firm were standing around looking grim.
    Skylar was sitting at his desk with his head hanging down. Fiona felt her heart thud in her chest. She’d never seen him so low.
    “Fiona, glad you’re finally here. Please take a seat.” He gestured to the long conference table in the adjacent room.
    “Skylar, what happened?” She whispered as they sat down at the conference table.
    “Did you bring your laptop?” Skylar asked noting the black bag slung across her shoulder.
    Fiona nodded. She held up the bag and placed it on the table in front of her. She poured a glass of water from the crystal pitcher.
    “Everyone’s here now, Mr. Manning, we can get started.” The stout secretary nodded to him.
    As the table filled with executives, Fiona heard a quick buzzing sound on her phone. Looking down, she saw it was Jax.
    Jax.
    Oh not now, she thought. Just seeing he’d called made her instantly wet. Her pussy still aching from last night she shifted