“No.”
Alex curses violently in Russian. “What the fuck are you waiting for? Mikhail to hand you the knife and tell you to start cutting?”
My body revolts at the thought of anyone touching Sera. “I’ll look tonight, but I’m not exactly a tech genius. We are sending it back to Elite with one of their guys.”
“You’re on a clock. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
How much more time before the Taggerts sacrifice Sera to buy themselves a reprieve.
After ending the call, I pocket the phone and stand there for a second, staring at the glittering strip below, like it might give me answers. My pulse picks up pace.
There is a solution that might solve more than one of our problems.
Will she agree?
29
SERA
Liev takes his call into the bedroom, and I flop onto the plush couch in the suite’s living room, the Vegas lights twinkling like a million fireflies outside the massive windows. It’s late—or early—depending on how you look at it, but sleep isn’t happening anytime soon. We can’t go to bed until either Keke and her friends fall asleep or the two men leave. By the sound of it, they may be here for a while.
I pull out my phone. The battery’s already at forty-seven percent, even though I charged it in the car when we left the club. I hate this phone. I’m almost glad to give it to Callum.
I swipe open my email app, determined to hunt for any trace of Aaron’s password. Maybe I missed something when I purged his messages years ago. I type his name into the search bar, and the little wheel immediately begins spinning. And spinning.
From Keke’s bedroom, a loud, throaty moan echoes through the walls. “Oh, yes, right there! Don’t stop!”
I roll my eyes.Great.The threesome soundtrack has begun. The suite’s big enough that noise is muffled, but not enough to completely ignore.
The search finally loads—zero results. I try dates next, spanning the last six months we were together. Tyler said Aarontold him he’d given me the password before we broke up. I scroll through old emails from that period—work stuff, spam, a few from friends. Absolutely nothing mysterious.
I let out a frustrated sigh. I deleted my text thread with Aaron and blocked his number after the breakup—not that it had stopped him from calling from other phones. But I would have remembered if he’d randomly sent me a string of numbers.
I growl at the phone.Fucking Aaron.
A guy’s deep groan follows another exaggerated gasp from Keke’s room.
I snort despite myself. Stuck outside the door listening to strangers have sex is not a situation I ever thought I’d find myself in.
Me: Is listening to your clients have a threesome something that happens a lot?”
It doesn’t take my brother long to answer.
Brady: I wouldn’t say it’s common. Why?
Brady: Are you okay?
I roll my eyes.
Me: I’m a big girl and I’ll let you in on a secret…
Brady: DON’T
I laugh to myself, imagining his red face.
Shifting to the downloaded files folder, I tap the icon. The circle of death rotates on the screen.
