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“I won’t get bored. I just want to spend time with you. Even if it’s while you’re on your computer.”

He tousles my hair. “That’s a good girl. Let’s go.”

We walk hand in hand back to the club and go straight to his office. Of the four men’s offices, his definitely has the most computers and monitors because he controls the club’s security system from here. He flips them all on and begins pulling up cameras. He focuses his time on a few minutes after I walk into the club until I come running outside.

At first, it doesn’t seem like he’s going to find anything. But then he spots Helena as she’s climbing out of her car. He captures a screen shot of her license plate and hits play on the video.

As she’s walking up to the door, a man parked a few doors down, steps out of his car and approaches her.

There’s something familiar about him, but I’m not sure what it is.

There’s also something odd about the way he’s interacting with the woman.

“Does it seem like they know each other?” He asks after he plays it back a few times.

“I’m not sure. But something is definitely off about the way they’re interacting. Like she’s scared of him more than fearing a stranger approaching you on a sidewalk.”

“I’m glad you saw it, too.”

He rewinds the footage and begins looking for when the man in question left the parking lot.

My heart lurches into my throat.

“Owen, I think that car was following us from your place.”

“Shit.” Owen curses and rewinds until he finds us pulling into the parking lot.

Sure enough, he pulls in a few seconds after I’m in the door.

“Who the fuck is this guy? Have you ever seen him before?” Owen asks, zooming in on his face.

I lean in close and shake my head. “No, Sir. Never.”

“What about Helena?”

Again, I have to shake my head. “It looks like she was here on a guest pass that was issued two weeks ago. What did she tell Luke?”

“The man in the parking lot had a lot of details about her and her business. Threatened to make things difficult if she didn’t deliver the message, and she was convinced of his ability. But I still think she knew him before tonight.”

It makes little sense to me. But information is often king in our world, and if you have the right bits and pieces of it, you can get anyone to do anything you need.

Matteo sticks his head in the door. “Luke doesn’t think we’re going to get anything else out of Ms. Asher.”

Owen stands. “Maybe I can get her to talk.”

Matteo lets out a mirthless laugh. “No, not in your state or with your connections to all of this. You can’t be trusted not to do something stupid.”

“What if I talk to her?”

Both men scowl at me, and I know they won’t allow it.

“All I’m saying is that sometimes a softer approach is best.”

Owen reaches for my hand. “I’m taking Bellamy back to the hotel. Keep me updated.”

Matteo gives a curt nod. I take his hand, but something doesn’t sit right, so I tug him closer to me.

“What is it, love?” he asks when I voice my hesitation.

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