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He shakes his head. “Not really, no.”
“What if some drun?—”
My phone pings with a notification, and I press my lips together while I dig it out of my pocket.
“See, Rogue,” Abyss says. “I bet that’s Skye now, and things are perfectly fine.”
When I open the text, my blood boils.
Mark: This is not what we signed up for…
There’s a picture attached to the message, and it’s of Skye with her arms stretched out in front of her toward the barely covered cock of a man on a stage. I flip the cell around to show Soul and Abyss.
“Perfectly fine, huh?” I snap.
“Where the hell are they?” Soul demands as he pulls out his own cell. He taps the screen a few times and holds the device up to his ear. “What the fuck is going on? I told you to watch them… No, it’s not okay… I swear, if anything… Yeah… You better.”
He disconnects the call and frowns.
“What’s wrong?” Abyss asks.
“They’re at Thunder Down Under,” Soul replies absently.
“Who’s there?” Jacob asks as he stands across the bar from us.
“Our women,” Abyss snarls.
“Damn.” Jacob whistles. “And you’re okay with that?”
“Hell, no, we’re not okay with it,” I bark.
“Wait a sec,” Jacob says. “Since when do you have a woman?”
I heave a sigh. “Since now.”
“This just keeps getting better and better,” the prospect says with a laugh.
“Get us some beers,” Soul orders.
Jacob lifts his hands in mock surrender and moves to do Soul’s bidding. Just as he sets the cold bottles in front of us, Fort comes racing into the room like his ass is on fire.
My stomach drops. “What’s wrong?”
Fort lifts the tablet in his hand. “We got something.”
Girl’s night escapades forgotten, at least momentarily, Soul, Abyss, and I gather around a table to look at what he found.
“Right here,” Fort says, pointing to the screen. “They hacked Skye’s account and withdrew some of the money. See that?”
“Yeah,” I say. “But how does that get us anywhere?”
“Remember, Jez planted a trojan horse virus,” he explains. “I should be able to trace this withdrawal back to the source.”
“Should be able to?” Soul asks.
“Yes,” Fort concurs. “Should. Nothing is guaranteed.”
“Then why are you not trying to figure this out?” I bark.
