I grit my teeth.“Fucking corporate espionage bullshit.Worse than goddamn gangsters.”
“Yeah, and the guys he stole from?Multinational defense tech firm based in Munich.Ties to private military contractors.Real deep-pocket revenge vibes.”
“Great,” I mutter.“So, what?They want to hang him out a window until he confesses?”
Kai doesn’t answer.
Instead, he scrolls again, then goes still.His voice drops lower.
“They don’t just want blood, Ego.Apparently, Marco stole something big.Like, high-clearance access keys—shit he used to breach their system.Our contact says they believe he sent these ‘keys’—or whatever the hell—to someone else.Someone they can track.Someone who won’t see it coming.”
The silence crackles like a live wire.
Then Kai says it.
“They think he sent it to his sister.”
No.
No fucking way.
Ice hits my veins.
“They think Sabrina is harboring access keys to encrypted software for a German-based multinational defense tech firm?Hammerfall Technologies thinks that?”
Kai just nods.
“Yeah.They’re looking for her now.Word is now that they’ve failed to quietly locate the access keys, they plan to extract her.Quietly.Make it look like an accident.Or maybe not.Depends on who gets to her first.”
I’m already unbuckling.
The coffee spills to the floor.
“She doesn’t even know,” I growl.“That coward piece of shit used her like a dead drop and didn’t say a fucking word.”
I slam the truck door open.
“Where you going?”Kai asks, even though he already knows.
“To knock on her door.”
“She’s not leaving your sight today, huh?”
“She’s not ever leaving my sight again,” I snap, slamming the door behind me.
Because if anyone touches a hair on my angel’s head?
There won’t be a body left to bury.
Chapter7
Sabrina
I’m just blow-drying my hair, cursing the frizz, and fully aware I’ve made a deal with the devil.
Not the actual devil.
Just the one outside in the black SUV who’s been haunting my every waking moment—and way too many X-rated dreams—with that deep voice, sinful smirk, and arms carved out of testosterone and temptation.
