A worse thought claws up my throat. “You don’t think he had other pictures of me, do you? Ones he took with his own phone?”
Liev’s jaw locks so tight the veins in his neck stand out. His whole body is vibrating with barely leashed fury.
“Hey.” I catch his face between my hands. “Don’t stroke out, Gangster.”
He doesn’t blink.
“At least I look hot,” I add weakly.
“Your brother is going to tell me where the body is.”
“What? Why?”
Blazing dark eyes meet mine. “Because I’m going to grind it into dust and then set that on fire. Obliterate his presence on this planet.”
I feel him shaking under my palms.
“Okay,” I say, forcing a small smile. “Pretty sure it was somewhere in Central America. We’ll call it a vacation.”
He stares at me for a beat, then a rough laugh bursts out of him. Some of the terrifying color fades from his face.
“If he had other pictures, he would’ve used them when he was stalking me,” I say quietly, logic kicking in. “Trying to get me to take him back. No one else ever saw me like that.”
“I don’t care if you have nudes, Seraphina.” Fury still simmers in his voice. “I care that he took them without you knowing. That he used you like some sick, fucking prop.”
“I know.” I tilt my head. “Don’t you have any psycho exes we can talk about? It’s kind of annoying to only talk about mine.”
He gives me a look. “I’m never letting you leave me.”
“Are you insinuating I would be a psycho ex?”
“If the bunny fits.” His lips lift a little.
I smile back. “Thetwoof us might be psychos,” I say, emphasizing the word. “But at least we’re psychos with a sense of humor.”
He grunts.
“I should probably loop Brady in.”
“We need to decide what to do first.”
I nod. “I need coffee for this. Please tell me you have?—”
“Yes.” He drops his T-shirt over my head, then pulls on sweatpants. “I have coffee.”
“Thank God!”
I follow him to the kitchen and climb onto a stool at the island, watching the flex of muscle under the elaborate ink that decorates his back. Even now—with everything going on—my body responds.
Calm down hormones. He’s not going anywhere.
Business first.
Liev sets a steaming mug in front of me.
“If someone hired a private investigator to spy on me, it has to be the Taggerts,” I say. “Believe it or not, I don’t have a long list of enemies waiting in the wings.”
He nods. “They were hoping you’d mention the bitcoin—or what happened to Aaron.”
