Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

She was talking about Winter’s father.
“I must say, you exceeded my imagination.”
“Impressed?” I glanced over my shoulder at her as I
flicked off the ashes on my cigarette.
“Scared,” she clarified.
I chuckled. “I can live with that.”
“And guilty.” She sat down on the arm of one of the
couches, and I could see her watching me out of the corner of
my eye. “I can’t believe you did that today. You went for the
jugular, and man, you know how to commit, don’t you? What
the hell have I gotten her into?”
“Aw, don’t worry. She was going to answer to me with or
without your help sooner or later anyway.” I blew out smoke
and turned around, heading for the ashtray on the table.
“Don’t hurt her,” Rika said.
But I just breathed out another laugh as I ground the butt
of the cigarette into the dish. “Coming from the woman who
offered up all the info I needed to take her father, her home,
and her fortune.”
Winter’s father shared the same accountant as Rika’s
family. The same disgruntled and anxious accountant who
hinted that Winter’s father, GGriffin Ashby, might have
swindled Rika’s late father on some real estate deals years ago.
I’m not quite sure how she got the proof, but she didn’t show
up at my door until she had it, knowing it might be exactly
what I needed to take down the Ashbys.
And in exchange, I’d help her get something she needed,
as well. Something I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to give her
just yet. I liked her coming around, and I didn’t want it stop.
“You know what I mean,” she continued. “Don’t hurt her.”
You mean other than taking everything Winter owned and
putting her in a perpetual state of dependence on me?
Or hurt her as in…
Yeah, that was what you meant, wasn’t it? Don’t hurt her.