“She stayed.Ran the business.Tried to locate the account.”His jaw tightened.“Then you complicated things by shutting it down.”
“So, you killed her?”I asked.
“No,” he said flatly.“My father believed she’d betrayed him.He doesn’t tolerate uncertainty.”
The pieces slammed together.
“He had no idea she was working for you,” I said.
Francesco smiled.
“But Marco killed her before she could get me access,” I whispered.
“And now,” Francesco said, “there’s you.”
“I don’t have the passcode.”
He studied me.For a moment, I thought he believed me.
Then he shrugged.“You located the account.You have the username.The password.You even logged in.The hard part’s done.”
My ears roared.
“So, figure out the rest,” he added.“Or those pretty little girls get reunited with their father.”
The world hollowed, like I’d sunk underwater.
I looked into his eyes.
He would do it.
My phone buzzed again.
Creed.
Sweat gathered between my breasts.
Francesco’s gaze locked onto the sound.“Your boyfriend again?”
I nodded.
“Put him on speaker.”
My hands shook as I answered.“Creed.”
“Peyton?”His voice was sharp.Alert.“What’s wrong?”
“The agency,” I whispered.“He’s here.”
“Who?”
I met Francesco’s devilish grin.
“Francesco.”
Silence.
Francesco stepped closer.
