Page 107 of Watched

Throwing back the blanket and stalking toward the door, I swing it open. My heart skips when Rain’s body already fills the doorway.

“Sorry, baby, sorry,” he apologies and pushes past to rush to the computer. The wheels scratch against the hardwood floor as he throws himself into the chair, the tapping of keys distorting the alarm for a few moments, my ears continuing to ring long after it stops.

Rain’s bare chest moves with harsh breaths, eyes flicking across the screens. “What do you want?” he whispers as I approach to his left. “Where are you?”

The breeze shoots past me, sending goosebumps across my covered skin. Kilah’s right—I’m horrible with computers and Rain’s knowledge cannot be challenged, because he’s typing like a maniac without looking at the keyboard as various documents lap one another on the centre screen. “What do you want with these?” he taunts.

I open my mouth to speak before promptly closing it. I doubt he’d take kindly to being called crazy right now.

His fingers slow their frantic typing. “That’s all you wanted? You won’t find this computer, you son of a bitch.”

Once he’s relaxed, stroking his chin, I clear my throat. “What was that?”

He blinks and snaps his head to me. “Smith was attempting to hack my father’s company, but all he did was try to open these confidential files from Elizabeth’s computer, but I shut him out before he could.”

“Elizabeth?”

“My father’s lawyer. The one handling your father’s case.”

He’s providing many resources to help put my father behind bars. He went to jail for me, he killed someone for me, but does all that outweigh the danger he’s brought upon my family?

He releases a sigh and spins, reaching for me. I grind my teeth, stepping back. “Don’t touch me.”

“Rome.”

“No.”

Releasing a frustrated breath, he focuses back on the screen, enlarging certain documents. Once he’s occupied reading, I slide back into bed and snatch the remote, turning on the TV.

“Uh, baby?”

“What, Rain?” I snap.

“You co-signed your grandfather’s estate?”

Why the hell is that information he’s looking at?

“In September,” he adds.

I throw the remote to the bed. “How do you know that? I thought you were looking at your father’s documents?”

“I am.” He points to the screen. “I’m looking at the current draft of a new project. A major apartment complex south of London.”

“What does that have to do with…” My stomach dips when I look at the mapped location. “That’s my grandfather’s property. Are you putting more of my family in danger?”

“No, baby, of course not.”

“What else are you keeping from me?”

He throws his head back, staring at the ceiling. “I dig into peoples’ lives to find the things they try so desperately to hide. Most people have a price, but when you’re running in the elite circle Dad has for over twenty years, they can’t be bought. You want a block of land or a building that’s prime real estate—people will raise their price, meaning a profit will never be made, and others just refuse to sell. That’s where I come in. I find their secrets which are used as blackmail. Most tend to back down and negotiate at the original or lower price. When they don’t, Blade comes in. The owner of a block of land is dead, and there’s miraculously no copy of a will. Dad then has various people he entrusts to buy and sell the land to, and when he decides is time, he buys it off them for the lowest price.” His dark eyes lower to mine. “Dad decided to make our company public two years ago, meaning people can buy and sell shares on the stock market. What he doesn’t know, is that I created multiple alias that trade, meaning I…” He scratches his head, seeming unsure whether to provide me with more information. “I’m technically manipulating the market.”

My mouth is agape, eyes blown wide as I stare at him. My gut warned me I didn’t want to know the true nature of this family.

“You kill innocent people.” I choke on the bitter words.

“No.” He raises a finger defensively. “I’ve never allowed an innocent person to be killed. Every single one has committed some cruel or heinous crime.”

“Like?”