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“You’re all assholes,” Quin mutters.
“Thank you.”
He scoffs at me. “Not a compliment.”
“I tip well,” I tease. “But I’ll tip better if you—”
“No,” he snaps. “I’m going to fucking sleep.”
“I look forward to my seven a.m. wake up call.”
Ezra chuckles, and Riot elbows him.
“Fuck you,” Quin eloquently replies.
“That would be solicitation of prostitution,” I inform him. “If I’m paying you and all.”
“I guess you’ll have to stop fucking everyone in the house then…” he pops back.
Riley scoffs. “She’s not paying me.”
“I’d charge more,” Ezra comments. “I know my worth.”
Quin turns his back to us, holding his hand above his shoulder to give us his middle finger.
“He’s lovely.”
“He grows on you,” Ezra mentions, following him down the hall.
“I’d rather he didn’t.”
Riot grins at me. “He will.”
Ezra quickly returns with the stolen laptop. I sit on the floor, putting it on the coffee table so I’m eye-level with it. The volume is all the way up, and I lean back as the sound blares through the living room.
No password needed anymore. He really did unlock it, and I don’t know why that shocks me.
I click on the finder, trolling through recent downloads and photos and documents... But there’s nothing in those folders. Then I click through all the files on the screen.
That’s where the blackmail starts.
“Hold on,” Ezra says, rushing away. “I’ve got a thing.”
“He’s got a what?” I ask, not sure I heard him through the slight ring in my ears as my temper flares to life.
Riot shrugs. “A thing.”
Ezra slides around the corner with an external hard drive. “It’s empty, so you can move everything over. I had two, but I gave the other to Kane a couple of weeks back.”
I nod, tuning him out as I track all the files and faces.
So many faces.
Clients.
Hits.
Advisors.
