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“We have no idea. Your sister is an expert at keeping her tracks invisible: dark web and encrypted chats. Sophia is a master at this,” she says.
“Then you be better. I need to know.”
“We will keep digging, but if she is determined to keep this person’s identity a mystery, then it is going to take some time.”
I watch, mesmerised, as she places her hand on her husband’s shoulder, and he reaches up to cover it with his own. They are the perfect couple, beautiful, rich, powerful and besotted with each other. It is something that I’m starting to resent, and it is making all sorts of dangerous thoughts drift through my head.
Blinking to regain my focus, I inhale a shallow breath. “I suggest you get me this information in twenty-four hours or prepare to face the consequences of defying a direct order.”
Hanging up, I don’t wait for their reply. My anger at them is irrational and has nothing to do with them not giving me the goods on Sophia’s mystery man. If they fail me, I will hand this over to Jones and see if he can do better. If not, I foresee several people heading down to hell in handbaskets as my wrath is increasing with each passing second that I don’t know where my sister is and with whom.
That begs the question of if she told Isla. Sitting forward with my elbows on the desk, I contemplate my next move. I am the king here and have all the power. It’s just too damn bad that I’ve locked myself away to retain that power, but I’m no fool. I know there is a price on my head. Several, probably into double figures, if I’m being truthful about the matter. And I quite like my head on my shoulders and my dick attached to my balls. Pulling the laptop closer, I type in the name of the local jeweller and search for diamond bracelets. I’m not sure if Isla has pierced ears, so buying her diamond earrings might be a bit of a faux pas. Finding a perfectly delicate tennis bracelet with a price tag of well over five grand, I feel this might go a long way in bringing Isla over to my side. She is very firmly in Sophia’s camp, and she won’t spill the gossip if she has any. There is no way in hell I would resort to my usual tactics to get people to talk. Isla is too valuable, too precious to harm in any way, and not just because she knows how to feed a man. She gives me a much-needed challenge, brings humour and a spark to my life that I thought had long since died. She is beautiful and slightly naïve in the way of how this world works. Not the Secret Society, which is wholly kept under wraps, but the billionaire lifestyle. She strikes me as the type of person who doesn’t care, but I will see with her reaction to this gift. If she can be bought, I have more money than I know what to do with. If she can’t, then it almost thrills me to think of the ways in which I will get her to fess up. Preferably tied to my bed, spreadeagled with her pussy aching for my cock.
Fuck. I can’t stop thinking about being inside her. She has me intrigued, but that only means that I’ll come out stronger.
Sitting back, as I finish paying for the bracelet, I drum my fingers and then head upstairs to find Isla coming down the stairs with my laundry.
“It can wait until tomorrow morning.”
“I’m here now,” she says, that bright smile adorning her pretty features. “Is there anything else you need after I’m done?”
Shaking my head, I can’t speak for fear of telling her exactly what I want her to do. Stepping aside, I let her go to the kitchen and then disappear into my bedroom, needing a cold shower to douse my arousal in the hopes that I can think straight so I can figure out what the fuck Dante wants with me. Unfortunately, the only thing that comes to mind is that he has finally decided to kill me. However, I know my old friend turned enemy. He will want to do it himself, and that is a confrontation I’m very much looking forward to.
17
SEBASTIAN
Taking the shot, I take one second to make sure the bullet hit the man in my crosshairs. Straightening up quickly, I methodically yet swiftly dissemble the rifle and place it piece by piece back into the hard, black case. Snapping it shut, I exit the office on this disused floor of the building opposite the hotel and head down the stairs. Texting my partner to let the client know the job is done, and several moments later, the remainder of the payment comes through. I dismiss it. I don’t care. The fifty grand is pocket change for me. I do this for the thrill but going around killing people for free places me in the rather unsavoury category of murderer, and that is just icky and quite tacky. This job was so easy, almost like the target was just waiting for me to take him out, that I didn’t even need to do recon. I just finished it, and now I can focus on the real deal.
Slipping into the backseat of the car waiting for me, the driver heads back to DeVare Industries, where I sit in the dark, wondering what my next move is. Dante will be leaving the office soon. It’s dark on this late afternoon, but he is a creature of habit. Office, Solitaire club, home, rinse and repeat. However, just to double check, I bring up the tracker on his car that I placed there some weeks ago.
Home.
Interesting. He has moved the chess piece, which makes me think he is preparing to move across the board.
“DeVare’s house,” I murmur to the driver, but before he can set off, the back door opens and in slides a gorgeous red head with a rack to die for.
“Jemima Pearson,” I state. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
She smirks and then places a gun to my forehead.
“Oh, like that, is it?”
“What do you want with Dante?” she asks, still smiling.
“None of your business.”
“That’s bold coming from someone with a gun pointed to their head.”
“I don’t think you’ll use that.”
Anger flashes in her eyes. “I will pull this trigger and splash your brains all over this fancy leather without a second thought.”
“Fierce. Dante is lucky to have such an aggressive pit bull.”
She snaps her jaws and presses the gun harder to my head. “What do you want with Dante?”
“Still none of your business. And if you wanted me dead, I would be already. So why haven’t you pulled the trigger, hmm?”
