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“Save it and get in.” I step aside, opening the door.
She frowns.
“But—”
“Get the fuck in.” When she doesn’t move, I lean in close. “This isn’t a negotiation or a choice, just so we’re clear.”
Her mouth sets, but she does as she’s told. As she climbs in, I’m given a perfect view of her ass in the stretch, fitted pants I got her. She’s wearing the top, along with a hoodie that I last saw on her little friend.
No doubt Harry’s up there still in the room, so no one posted in the hotel has any idea Magdalena’s made a run for it. I’m betting there’s the burner, the phone I gave her and probably keys in the hoodie’s pockets. I don’t give a shit about the fucking keys. They’ll be for one of her apartments or more likely, or Esterhazy’s.
Cat won’t be staying at any of those.
I do care about the phones. Especially the burner because I know there’s a reason she snuck out. I can see her trying to manipulate the situation to help herself and her friend. Maybe me and Jac, but… Yeah, definitely Cat first. Not that I blame her but it doesn’t make me trust her more.
As I get in and shut the door, I can smell a hint of lavender and leather that clings to her clothes, and the beat of my blood turns hot.
Jac.
Fucking Jac.
It shouldn’t piss me off he fucked her again. But it does.
I pull out my phone and ignore her, trying to get my wayward emotions back under control. I need to check on things, anyway.
“Hendrick?”
After a beat, I answer. “What?”
“That’s my question, as in what am I doing here?” She sighs. “I’ve got things to do.”
I slide a look at her. “Double crossing me and Jac? Or just me? Or do you think you can take care of whatever the fuck this is on your own?”
Magdalena looks at me. “On my own is exactly how this is meant to play out.”
“I really don’t give a fuck, Cat.”
“I think I know what I’m doing. I’m the one who’s meant to steal—”
“If you think doing the job behind my back means you’ll walk away from all this, forget it,” I say, choosing my words carefully. Choosing them for maximum burn. “These people went to the effort to…recruit you. And their plan seems to be to try and destroy the Quinate, get to me and Jac. Those kind of people don’t let loose ends live.”
“I’m a loose end?” She nods slowly. “Is that your game? Scare me, make me think you can sew me back in?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re a fucking ass, one that’s rivaling Jac.” Magdalena leans back, folds her arms, and blows out a breath. Then she looks at me. “Where are we going?”
I grin, but it’s humorless. “Your new home until I say otherwise.”
“I don’t like this place,” she says, flicking her glance around.
“You didn’t complain last time.”
“Last time we were busy.”
I put the packages down that my doorman had in the lobby. Doorman, armed guard on my payroll, take your fucking pick. He does doorman duty here, but every single person working on the door and maintenance are mine.
There are others who live in this building, clearly, but no one comes in or out without me knowing. I might not come to this place for months, and it’s always fresh and maintained and any person breathing in this floor’s direction I know about.
