I mean jesus, they’re fucking murders.
But even that reminder wasn’t enough to stop my mind from begging to watch her.
The drive into Valemont wasn’t nearly long enough to get a good look at her, I could’ve sat in that back seat for hours. Maybe with a vibrator in hand if I was lucky.
But Leo pulled the car into a parking spot just outside Valemont City Hall. It was a stately building, made of stone and columns — completely antithetical to the other buildings in this grungy town.
Before I could even reach for the door handle, Spencer was out of her seat and helping me out of mine.
Stepping onto the curb, I straightened out my sweater and cleared my throat.
“Still flustered? I can fix that.” Spencer licked her lips, still hungry for me.
Leo came around the car before I could answer, waltzing past us and up the stone steps into the government building.
By the way she moved, it was obvious this wasn’t a new haunt for her. They’d both been here plenty. But what business these two undiscovered criminals could have in a place like this was still beyond me.
My chest tightened at the thought. Walking inside, we were greeted by two security guards. Valemont PD who could throw cuffs on any of us just for witnessing what we did.
“Stay level, babe.” Spencer whispered into my ear as she loaded up the security bin with her stuff. A pile of keys, a leather wallet, some lip balm.
Nodding, I followed suit, placing my sad, useless wallet and phone inside. Then I followed behind Leo and Spencer as they walked through the scanner.
No beeps for any of us, the security guards printed out three badges and handed them across the counter to us as we collected our items.
“Thank you,” we were a chorus of politeness as we headed to the elevators. Our shoes clicked against the tiled floors of theold building. Looking up, I took in the high ceilings, the stone extending up and over our heads. The same color as the stone at Dom’s mansion, I wondered if City Hall was just as old, if the stone had been pulled from the same quarry.
I need to get my hands on those records. Clearly, none of my captors were going to be much assistance in helping me understand why that stupid house was so familiar to me.
Trying to be subtle, I scanned the list of county offices placed next to the elevator buttons. If I could slip away for just a minute…
Thedingof the elevator snapped me back to reality. Sandwiched between Leo and Spencer, I wasn’t going anywhere.
I was their captive now, not just a houseguest. And under Dom’s orders, they wouldn’t dare let me out of their sight for more than five minutes.
We rode up the elevator to the fifth floor. Consulting the list I’d tried to memorise, my eyes widened. District Attorney. Parole Offices. County Recorder.
Bingo.
Just my luck that my two captors would take me right where I needed to be. If I could get inside the Recorder’s office, I could request any records the county had on Dom’s mansion, something the county refused to let me do online. Previous owners meant spurring my memory. Or at least, I hoped it would.
I’d even tried calling and no one had bothered to answer. A part of me wondered if the place was even open, if the county cared enough to staff the office.
Archaic system.
But as the elevator doors swung open, arrows pointed in two directions. To the right, the DA and parole offices. To the left, the County Recorder.
And we were turning right.
Shit.
Leo stopped us in front of the DA’s office, a small wood bench in the hallway. Gesturing to it, Leo cleared her throat. “You’re going to stay here and be a good girl. Right?”
Just as I was about to open my mouth, letting the lie that I’d behave slip past my lips, the elevator dinged with a new arrival.
As soon as Dom laid her icy blue eyes on me, she turned angry. Storming down the hallway, her chest was heaving by the time she stood in front of us.
With a snarl pulling her nose up, Dom growled. “I told you not to bring her.”
