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CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
My heart sped up when I looked at who was calling. “I need to take this, Mamma.”
My mother nodded and went back inside. However, the deep crease between her eyebrows—the only outward expression of how worried she really was—remained.
Seeing my mother in pain hit me hard. But why wouldn’t she tell me what Fausto knew to blackmail her with?
“Fausto knows things. Secrets that I’d rather die than have exposed.”
Fuck.
I accepted the call.
“Hey, Peaches. I need some good news right now.”
“Hey, Falcon, well, you’re in luck today. I got what you wanted. A link’s coming your way within the hour. Do you still know your last password?”
I scoffed. “Yeah, of course.”
“Good. I downloaded a massive amount of data, but I haven’t had time to go through anything yet. Just got in and got out. If we need to get in again, we have a backdoor now.”
“Thanks, Peaches. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out.”
“10-4, Falcon.”
The call ended. Peaches was one-of-a-kind. All the guys I met from SOG were the same as my team at Raptor Security.
Former team.
I’d almost made it. Almost been one of the good guys.
Before my past caught up with me.
And dragged me back under.
I stared at my phone for a second, then finally got to my workout—the main reason I was down here instead of up in the room with my beautiful captive. Or in the surveillance room with my brothers.
One hour, then I would finally be in a position to have the information necessary to face Fausto.
I wouldn’t need to back off again. My mind flashed back to the evening, to the moment I had with my beautiful captive in the foyer. Was it really only two nights ago?
It felt longer. Felt like she’d been with me forever. She’d buried herself under my skin. Inserted herself into my blood.
But she still wasn’t mine.
Not entirely.
I got rid of my T-shirt, then jumped up and hung from the branch of a tree and started my pull-up routine.
At least if I exerted my body, maybe then my brain would shut up.
Maybe then I could forget the woman in my bed for a minute, or ten.
And maybe then the desire that screamed at me to take her would go away, too.
What would I find in Fausto’s files? What should I search for first?
If there was, as Peaches said, so much data, would I even find what I was looking for?
