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I open the text.
Images start to appear.
Of me and Valentina.
I stare at them, my heart racing as blood begins to pound in my ears.
They’re of us at the wedding. Dancing. At the bar. Valentina talking with the girls. Then there’s ones of us at my car. When we basically dry humped one another against my door.
I sit up in bed and scroll through, looking for a message.
Nothing comes.
What the fuck?
I run a hand through my hair.
Whoever it was knows me and Valentina have something going on, and that poses a problem.
A big one.
I try to focus and think for a second.
It could be that Toby fuckwit, but then, wouldn’t he have been stupid enough to write something?
It’s three a.m. I can’t exactly call Vaughn, and besides, he’s on vacation.
Angelo forced him to take time off and wanted to see a return ticket to somewhere exotic or else he was fired.
My next go-to is Sloane. The girl now working for Angelo and Fortress Security.
She came on board when I tracked her down, with the help of Vaughn. She had a hand in some clever encrypting that even took our guy quite some time to decipher.
She was a computer geek in college, a genius, and too clever to actually dispose of. When Angelo found out about who she was and her abilities, he thought it was a terrible waste for her to just disappear, so he employed her. The fact she didn’t know who she was even working for at the time definitely had a hand in saving her skin.
Rocco tracked down Sloane, took her to the warehouse, interrogated her… and found out she was telling the truth. Lucky for her. There aren’t too many people I’ve ever come across that are that valuable to us.
Sliding out of bed, I walk over to the window, glancing out to the darkness. I run my hand through my hair and look back at her sleeping so peacefully. It irks me that I have no fucking clue who these photos are from, and more importantly, why they are being sent. Someone knows about us; that’s what reels through my mind, and that someone has my phone number.
I will get Sloane onto it first thing in the morning. Now that she works for Angelo, I can get intel off her and get her to try and trace the message.
No other messages come through, nothing. Just the photos.
I just can’t figure out why they are sending this to me, but the thing that worries me is that if Angelo gets a copy of these photos, I’m a dead man.
* * *
I go straight to Sloane the next morning.
It still bothers me that no text, warning, or even a fucking bribe was sent along with the photos. It has me on edge, looking over my shoulder, wondering who the fuck is watching us and why. This can’t be for any good reason.
I’m a fucking P.I., but I can’t do much with a blocked caller I.D.
I run into Rocco in the hallway. Now Sloane is involved in the hotel security and ensuring the ongoing virus protection is updated every hour, on the hour, she’s always here.
Angelo even gave her an office and a room at the casino.
I know I can trust Roc, but I probably need to keep this to myself for a while longer, until there’s at least some kind of communication as to why.
