I was deep in surveillance as Dex was driving, looking at the mirrors every second, that I didn’t notice how bothered he appeared to be.
Once the car was parked, he was off and closing his door with more force than usual.
“What’s up your ass?” I asked as I shed my leather jacket, throwing it onto the armrest of the couch in the living room. “Are you seriously upset that I got some today, and you didn’t?”
“Fuck you, Siege. You know I’m not in this for the sex.”
I crossed my arms, waiting for him to continue as he plopped down on the plush sofa, because I didn’t want to accidentally provoke him by asking any more questions.
“Cosette’s not alone, but will Hoyt really be able to protect her? Not that I’m saying he’s weak. He’s downstairs while our girl’s upstairs. What if he can’t hear when Cosette needs help? I don’t even know if he has a baseball bat, much less a gun, to keep them safe.”
“They’ll be okay. Nero said he’ll keep his curtains open, and so will Cosette, just so there’s an extra pair of eyes on her,” I said in an attempt to appease him. “Now, come on. The earlier we get all this shit figured out, the safer it is just to be with her.”
Dex groaned, a low rumble in his chest, as he pinched the bridge of his nose, but he knew I was right. He stood up then, leading the way towards the room where he had set up the computers.
“Our work tonight’s mostly going to be going through audio recordings from devices I had planted.”
With no trace of being distracted, Dex was back in his zone in the blink of an eye.
At least, it was like that for the both of us for an hour before we heard something.
A notification. On my and Dex’s phones.
Panic clawed at my throat, and I knew I wasn’t alone as Dex wheeled his chair closer to the desk to reach his phone quickly.
But it wasn’t anything scary. Not in a way that we thought was a danger to Cosette’s life.
No, because it was only a notification of her making a group chat with me, Dex, and Nero.
Cosette
Hey, I’m off to bed
Just wanted to say thank you for not leaving me to do the talk alone
Dex
Jesus, sweetie. You’re bad for my health
Cosette
What? Why?
I looked up from my screen to see Dex hunched over his phone, smiling as the light glowing from the device shone on his face.
Dex
Nothin
Are you being a good girl with your curtains open for Nero?
Cosette’s typing bubbles appeared and then disappeared, and that repeated a few more times, which made Dex look my way with a silent question in his eyes.
“I guess it’s because you called her a good girl,” I said, wondering if she’s flustered right now.
Nero
Yeah, I can see her through her window
