“Mrs. Sadie, you’re on a new mission. Infiltrate the b**m club, seduce the notorious brothers, and bring them down… Oh, in thirty minutes.”
What. The. f**k?!
I freeze. I'm yet to process the assignment when my husband, Ambrose’s voice breaks in.
“Is that your boss?”
My hand swiftly covers the speaker of my burner phone and I shake myself from the effect of the scary news.
“No. No.” I stammer, heart pounding hard as if it's about to explode. “It's… a voicemail.”
He shrugs and resumes pacing and rehearsing his speech for the elevator pitch at work tomorrow. His dark hair is a mess, and his pajamas are not rumpled because I clean up after him.
“The investors need me on board.” He brags innocently.
I fake a laugh. “I'm so proud of you.” Acting on impulse, I stand up and hurry towa
