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“Sorry.” She slaps a hand over her mouth. “Sorry,” she says again, muffled this time.
And then Bri starts to laugh. And nosy marketing girl starts.
And then the other designer, who is wiping her coffee-covered hands onto her already ruined shirt, snorts. “Fuck, Val. Why are you even on this call?”
The smile that had started to form on my face falters. “What do you mean?”
Does she not want to work with me now?
She rolls her eyes. “Do you have any idea how rich that man is?”
Bri gestures toward her computer screen. “Look where she’s sitting. I’m pretty sure she knows.”
I glance around the condo like maybe it’s changed.
I hadn’t really thought about it until this moment. But if I stay with Dominic, then they’re right, I really don’t need this job.
I lift a shoulder. “I like working.”
It’s not a lie. I do like my job. I wouldn’t say I love it, but I’m good at it. And it’s good to feel productive. And I’ve worked since I was fourteen. I don’t know what I’d do with myself all day if I didn’t have a job.
First marketing girl raises her hand. “Well, I don’t like working. So if you’re ever looking to turn your duo into a throuple, just let me know. I’d love a sugar daddy.”
“I don’t share.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
“Damn.” Bri drags the word out. “Sounding like a member ofthe familyalready.”
CHAPTER32
Dom
“How is there nothing?”I turn away from the screens Joey is manning and pace across the bare floor.
“If the dumbass hadn’t forgotten his phone at home, this would be easier,” Joey grumbles and turns to a different display.
“Well, his mistakes and troubles are over.” I grit my teeth.
The hits have been spaced out nearly a month apart. And other than our men dying of lead poisoning, there’s nothing connecting the crime scenes. They’re not even using the same type of bullets.
We’ve been able to find the cars used for the first three, all stolen from random parking lots and all with tinted windows, so even when we find them on traffic cams, there’s no way to identify who’s inside.
But we can’t find the getaway car for my cousin’s hit.
Joey is the best man I know at finding things, so he’ll come through. But the waiting is killing me.
Every place we’ve hit has been empty. We’re always too late. And it’s getting really fucking old.
I run my hand over my hair.
I need Valentine to rub my head again.
I need Valentine to look at me with a smile again.
My fingers tap against my side, and then I pull my phone out of my pocket.
Me: You didn’t eat enough yesterday. Groceries were delivered this morning, but order something for lunch. I’ll be home in a couple hours.
I hit send, then wait to see if she replies.
