“Got the video,” Rasmus said smoothly.
I looked over. He was calm, composed, but his stare was feral. The way his eyes fixed on me promised he’d never let me go, no matter who or what was in his way.
Alic released my arms, and I slipped the sweater over my head, dragging my hair free with a sigh. “Great. Let’s head back to my place.”
Slipping on my heels, I was halfway to the door when Alic called from behind me, “Wait. Don’t you want your underwear or your bra?”
His eyes dropped as he licked his lips. That wasn’t a look of concern; it was hunger.
Rolling my head to the side, I shrugged. “He can keep them.”
I stepped toward Ras, cupped his flushed face, and smiled sweetly. “You want them as a memento, don’t you?”
His eyes fluttered as he nodded, unable to hide his desire for them nor the pleasure he got from being able to keep them.
My thumb brushed his lip, and I exhaled, remembering exactly how those lips had felt beneath me.
Like he knew where my thoughts had gone, his chest rose in a harsh breath.
“Just make sure to buy me more,” I said, brushing my mouth across his jaw. “You can have as many as you want… if you replace them.”
Ras groaned, something raw and unyielding, and shoved his face into his hands like he couldn’t bear the pleasure of it.
God, the way this man unraveled for me was sexy. I was starting to get addicted.
If I didn’t have something urgent to do, I would’ve dragged him back to bed for another round, but priorities came first.
“Let’s go, boys. We’ve got a long day of footage and research ahead of us.”
“They triedto cut the power to the cameras.” The more Ras uncovered about that night, the angrier I got.
“What they didn’t know was that your brother set up a backup generator, one fueled by magic, so we’ve still got footage from the entire night.”
Ras was perched on my couch, hunched over my laptop, scrubbing through the feed and showing us everything leading up to the explosion. I had watched Randy take a bullet when he tried to stop them, which made me go a little feral. Van quickly assured me he saved him before we came to my apartment, and when he showed up at the club today, Randy was still at his post, insisting he wouldn't leave until everything was secure. Said he wanted to prove himself after “idiotically getting shot,” not wanting “Miss Aniyah to think he was a weakling.” Who wouldn’t love a grump like that?
“Here.” Ras pointed at the left screen. “That’s him, coming in through the service entrance.”
My fists clenched. “That means it was an inside job.” The muscles in my neck coiled, my rage knotting tight. I dideverythingfor my people. When Shanacy had to bail early to deal with her son biting and sucking the daycare teacher dry, I found her a sub and made sure her kid got into a school nearby. When Stephan said he only wanted to serve men, I enforced his boundary personally. When Georgia needed money to bring her mom from Venezuela, I fronted it without adding any vig and let her make payments to me.
I made myself approachable. Present. Loyal. How the hell could any of them betray me?
“Then he goes to security, knocks on the door, and Glen answers.” Ras studied the frame, jaw tight. “Looks like he didn’t have the gun on him yet. Not until he got on the elevator.”
My teeth ground together so hard I thought they’d crack. “Van, where does Glen live?”
Van already had his phone out. A few taps later, he said, “He has a small apartment in Washington Heights, and he just bought a house for his mom in Brooklyn werewolf territory. Goes there a lot.”
“Send someone to his place. If he’s there, bring him in.” Cold fury sharpened my voice. “Post someone at the mom’s house too. If he’s not at the apartment, that’s where he’ll go.”
Van nodded and stepped out of the room, barking orders into his phone.
Ras kept clicking, pulling up a camera feed from the back of the building. “The bomber didn’t stick around after he planted it. Left through the same service door he came in.”
I watched the grainy footage of the bastard exiting through the alley, keeping his face covered until the very last second. Just before he disappeared from view, he pulled off the mask and turned left.
No face. No ID.Fuck.
I shot to my feet and started pacing, talking more to myself than anyone. “If we can’t find Glen, we need to talk to the girls who ran when they kicked them out of the room. Maybe they caught his voice, an accent. Something. We can start narrowing down suspects and casing neighborhoods.”
