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I let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back in my chair to look up at my dark ceiling.
“We can’t control the outcome of everything,” Avery reminded me. “The senator has to have his hands in something. Otherwise this should have worked. I even dug up some low-level tax fraud and bribery evidence as a backup but it was swept under the rug.”
Damn it.I should have known better than to let thatmurderousnepo baby take care of something so important.
“Thanks for the update,” I said and hung up before she could say anything else.
Anger boiled underneath my skin. The need to destroy was something I couldn’t keep contained inside me. Not for long.
Letting out a frustrated sound, I slammed my hands down on the desk, careful not to push off any of the files. I would just get even angrier if I had to clean up a mess I made afterward.
I should have known better than to expect that a super-rich politician wouldn’t let himself get framed so easily.
I trusted Avery far more than I should have. She sounded so sure that this would work. And with her track record, it was hard not to believe that she could make even the most impossible things happen.
At the end of the day, I blame myself. This was my job, and it was my responsibility to get this done.
With a heavy sigh, I flicked the mouse on my computer. The screen lit up showing me pictures of Blake, her apartment, and various other documents.
Whoever was watching her was probably after the same thing as me, because I highly doubt that the Secret Service would gosofar to keep one of their members safe.
Unless they also suspected her, a voice in my head whispered. Suspect her of what though? Her record with the Secret Service had been perfect. There had never once been any documentation of her ever receiving a reprimand or getting in trouble.
There was no doubt that she was hiding something.
Images of her beating down that man in the small alleyway flashed through my mind. The anger and darkness that she showed wasn't a new thing. It had been sitting there, festering underneath her skin until she couldn’t hold it back anymore.
My anger turned into something else entirely at the memory.
Curiosity. Blake had piqued my curiosity.
Even through the tiredness and frustration of everything going on, I still found it in me to want to know more about my target.
I pulled up her location on my computer. An all-black map with a slow-blinking red light filled my vision. I took special note of the streets, realizing that she wasn’t where she normally was at this time of night.
A smile spread across my face.
Well, if I couldn't get rid of the senator and the people that guarded her so I could sneak into her apartment, I would have no choice but to force her to bring me in.
I had no more time to waste.
I'd already spent enough time dealing with her plaything and watching her. If I didn't get the information soon, it would be a stain on my record.
Standing, I turned toward the wall of my collections. All of them staring at me.
I imagined the moment when I could place the two emerald eyes of Blake’s on the shelf.
It caused a shiver to run up my spine.
But before that, I needed to end this.
* * *
I didn’t want to admit that I was panicking… but I was. I needed to try to salvage the relationship as soon as possible.
Whatever that may look like.
At this point, my desperation was clawing at me night and day. I couldn’t sleep. Every moment became aboutBlake.
