No. Nope. Hell no. Don’t even think about it, asshole. She’s Stella’s friend for crying out loud.
I’ve got to get the fuck out of here. Shoving down the idea of dicking down my baby sisters bestie, I dig out my phone and scroll to Cyber’s number.
He picks up on the second ring.
“Yo.”
“Tell me you got something.” For the love of the Gods, please. I have got to get the fuck out of here.
“Working on it.” I can hear the clacking of his fingers on the keys in the background and what sounds like somebody else typing faster. “Whoever this is, they’re not stupid. VPN, burner emails, new accounts every time she blocks one. The trail goes cold every single time.”
“Every time?”
“Every time.” He pauses. “We’ll get them, though. Just might take a little time.”
My brows go up. “We?”
“Frankie’s helping me with this one.”
I snort. “Bet Bane was happy about that.”
Cyber snorts. “He’ll get over it.”
He will.
Moving to the kitchen, I lower my voice. “How long do you think this is gonna take?”
“A few days, maybe. This guy’s careful, but even careful people make mistakes. We’ll find something.”
“Good. Hit me up when you do.”
“Will do.”
I hang up and pocket the phone, turning to find June watching me with curious eyes. She looks away, but not fast enough. I already caught her checking me out.
My ego swells a little, and I don’t even try to stomp it down.
“What?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Nothing.” She tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, and I catch a glimpse of a tiny heart tattoo there.
Look at that. Princess has ink.
Before I can ask her about it, the phone sitting on the bar in front of me starts ringing. I glance down and see MOM lit up on the screen. She rushes over and her face blanks, a wall slamming down so fast I almost miss the flash of something—anger, hurt, aggravation?—in her eyes.
June hits the button on the side of the phone and declines the call without a word.
My brows go up. “You can take that if you need to.”
“I’m good,” she says with finality before going back to cleaning up.
O-kay. It’s not my business, but not gonna lie, it sits wrong with me. If my mom were still here, wild horses couldn’t keep me from picking up her call. I was eighteen when I lost both my parents, and there’s not a single goddamn day I wouldn’t give everything I have to hear my mom’s voice one more time.
A heavy knock on the door has us both freezing. I motion for her to stay back and move to the door, peering through the peephole.
City.
I swing the door open. “Yeah?”
