Saint drags a chair out, the sound jarring my ears in the otherwise hushed room. He twists it round, straddling it backwards as his arms lean over it. His serious gaze pins me in place.
“Start from the beginning.”
I don’t immediately answer, too engrossed at letting my eyes roam over him, taking in the menace cladded in tactical gear that’s got my heart ready to tap out.
Shamefully, I’ve done this far too many times for the one night, but I’m still adjusting to the fact he’s real.
Regina huffs beside me, and I assume it’s because she can tell I’ve fallen into the trap of a daydream, looking at the love of my life. She nudges my shoulder, and my cheeks heat when I snap out of it, four pairs of eyes now focused on me.
“Why don’t you tell us what the fuck this is first?”
I lean back on my hands, raising a challenging brow. I’ve already told him our important details; he hasn’t even offered a sniff around what he does—nothing explains how the hell he’s managed to occupy a damn stronghold in the middle of fuck knows where.
He smirks but wipes it away with his hand. “You know my dad runs his own company. This is part of it.”
It’s my turn to glare at him.
“All this”—I wave my hand in the air—“isn’t just your standard bodyguard shit, Saint. What are you protecting, the fucking crown jewels?”
A choked laugh sounds beside me, and I glance over to see Rex turning his back away from us.
Saint’s jaw tics. “It’sprivatesecurity. We’re hired by certain clients that would be considered…high risk.”
Well, that’s a sketchy answer if I’ve ever heard one.
I’m beginning to think he doesn’t trust me; either that or he’s not willing to offer much else until I give him my all.
I know that isn’t his entire truth, there’s something rooted deeper into it, but I suppose we need to work on that, seeing as someone fucked with us and sent me to kill him.
Saint clasps his hands together, and I recognise that look on his face. It screams, “That’s all you’re getting.”
It’s little things like this, the mannerisms.
They don’t seem to have changed. Even though our lives took different paths, those habits still seem to be rooted.
But I won’t let this go, and I’ll keep chipping away until he tells me everything.
I glance over at Regina. A silent message passes between us, and she focuses up at the ceiling, bobbing her head.
Welp, here goes nothing.
“Gina and I have been doing this for about five years.” I nibble on my bottom lip, weaving through my internal file cabinet to keep it high level. “We managed to get some information belonging to a secret society at university. But we didn’t have time to get them all, only two years’ worth.”
If we’d have had more time, we’d have taken everything we could have managed, but we barely made it out without being caught.
A shiver trickles down my back at the memory.
Saint raises a brow, a quiet urge to keep going.
“We noticed all the names belonged to more…powerful families. I don’t know why we thought about it.” I glance over at Rex, not wanting to mention the real reason. “Gina managed to hack into the police’s files. Every single member we had in front of us had been reported to them. All the reports were women that had been assaulted, and each case was brushed under the carpet. None went further than the initial reports.”
I remember that first mark so well. It was a no fucking brainer.
I didn’t feel an addictive rush like I feared I would when I killed him, just a sense of relief.
It’s the run-up I enjoy more, the thrill of bringing them fear, letting them know this is it for them.
It was at that moment I knew I wanted to keep Conrad and George for last.
