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At one point, I considered that Theon was trying to coerce me into talking, but you can’t fake the desperation in Theon’s eyes. Well, at least I don’t think you can.
Shaking the negative thoughts out of my head, I throw the blanket off and slide out of bed. I don’t know exactly what time it is, but I assume it’s at least morning, based on the way the sun is shining through the window.
My bare feet slap against the hardwood floor as I head to the bathroom, the friction of my thighs reminding me of the sweet ache Theon caused between my legs. Well, I can still walk. Guess he’ll have to try harder next time.
I stop in my tracks when I remember not hearing the click of the lock when Theon left last night. I passed out right after and didn’t get up to check and see if I was imagining things.
I’m crazy for thinking he’d leave it unlocked to where I could get free, but something urges me to try the handle. Heading to the door, my hand grasps the cold metal of the knob, giving it a twist. My heart races when it turns with ease.
Holy fuck! He left it unlocked.
I have a chance to do something, even if it’s just to look around, but I’m not going to waste it. I’ll just play it by ear.
I turn the knob again, but stop myself from opening the door when I realize I’m still naked. Shit. Quickly padding over to my pile of clothes, I throw on a shirt and pair of shorts.
I’m sure the guys wouldn’t mind the view if they catch me, but I’d rather not be naked if I manage to escape.
Keep telling yourself that’s still your plan.
Opening the door enough to peek through the crack, I watch down the hall to see if any of them are around. When I don’t see any movement, I open it further, popping my head through and looking both ways before I slide my body out into the hall.
Quietly closing the door behind me, I stop to listen for any movement in the house. I don’t hear anything so they must still be in the basement or something.
I have two choices—go left and try to escape or go right and snoop around. The wheels in my mind turn, but my feet take me to the left. Well, I guess my decision is made.
I can smell freedom.
I’m stopped before I can even make it to the end of the hall by the sound of Blais’ laugh coming from downstairs. Shit, there’s no way I could get past him. Why does this house have to have an open floor plan? Turning on my heels, I head deeper into the hall past my door, entering the first door I find to my right.
An office. Perfect place to snoop.
Closing the door behind me, I flip the lights on and immediately start looking around. The office is tidy. Almost too clean to be normal, but knowing Ace, he probably throws a tantrum if he sees dust so I’m not surprised. Do they even use this room? Like the rest of the house that I’ve seen, the walls are white and bare, and it only contains the essentials.
My first instinct is to start with the mahogany desk in the center of the room. Grabbing the gold handles, I pull open the drawers. I don’t know what I’m searching for exactly. At this point I’m just looking, hoping something interesting will catch my eye.
There’s nothing out of the ordinary in the drawers, just pens, paperclips, staples, and the occasional knife.These guys and their weapons. I search for hidden drawers or buttons, but come up empty.
Sighing, I turn my back to the desk. There’s a matching table pressed against the wall, but all it holds is a printer. Underneath it though, a black filing cabinet catches my eye. I drop to my knees and pull the top drawer open, my breath catching when the metal squeaks. Shit. I slow my movement, hoping the guys can’t hear.
I’m surprised there’s not a lock. They must really trust that no one will bother their little operations out here. I might be blindfolded every time we leave, but that only strengthens my hearing. When we leave from here, it usually takes about ten minutes or longer for any kind of vehicle to pass us. I know we’re out in the middle of nowhere, they told me that when they said I could run for miles and not find anyone, but they can’t be that off the grid to the point no one would dare come out here, right?
My fingers run over the tops of the red file folders, picking one out at random. I flip the cover open, finding a small flash drive taped to the inside. My fingers skim over the cold metal thinking about grabbing it until something else catches my eye.
A picture is attached to the other side. A beautiful woman with the most colorful hair I’ve ever seen smiles up at me with her doe eyes. The nameJennifer Feldermanis written at the bottom of the photo. Who is this? I definitely don’t recognize her. Lifting her picture, my brows furrow in confusion at the sight.
What the fuck?
There’s a page long list of crimes here. Murder. Gun running. Money laundering. That’s not even the start of it.
You’re telling me that the innocent looking woman did all of this?
If this is true, she’s a savage fucking criminal.
Flipping through the rest of the file, I find documents and evidence proving these crimes. If I had to guess, I bet I’d find even more on that flashdrive.
What the hell are these files for? Why do they just have them easily accessible like this?
Closing the file, I toss it on the floor in front of me and grab another out of the cabinet. This time the whole world stops when I see the face staring up at me.
