“Or maybe her father planted a bug on her.” Mateo shrugs. “You have equipment that can scan electronics to see if they have tracking or listening devices.”
“Of course I do.”
“So use it,” Carson says. “Go through her things and make sure it’s not her.”
“It’snotmy wife,” I grit out, so fucking frustrated that I want to stab them all in the neck. “For fuck’s sake. We don’t even know that thereisan informant.”
“There has to be,” Jack says as he joins us. “This was locked down, Julian. Only this team knew about it. Forty million in gems are gone, three of our men are dead. There’s either a mole, or it’s an inside job.”
“Thanks for the recap,” I snap at him. “I’m going home, and I’ll degrade my wife by going through her things, just to prove to all of you that she’s not at fault for this.”
“Excellent,” Mateo says with a nod. “Then we can go hunting for the real mole. It’s a logical place to start, brother. Shit didn’t start to go down until you married her. I’m connecting the dots here.”
“Fuck all of you,” I growl as I stalk off to my Porsche and climb inside.
I’m fuckinglivid.
It’s a complete waste of time to go through Natasha’s things, but I’ll do it to appease the others so we can move forward and make whoever’s responsible for this pay. It’snotmy sweet wife. She can’t stand her father. She’s afraid of him.
By the time I get home, dawn is breaking, and I’m surprised to find Natasha already up and in the kitchen. She’s holding a mug of coffee and smiles at me when I walk inside.
Immediately, my body calms down.
There’s no way that the woman who soothes me in every way, who lights me on fire, and makes me feel emotions that I never have before is double-crossing me.
It’s not fucking possible.
“Good morning,” she says as I walk to her. “I couldn’t sleep without you.”
“Have you been up since I left?” I ask as I pull her to me and bury my lips in her hair, breathing her in.
“I woke up about an hour ago and didn’t go back to sleep,” she says before placing a kiss over my heart. “God, you smell good. Is everything okay?”
She takes another deep breath, and it makes me smile.
“I need to ask you some questions.”
With a frown, Natasha turns that gorgeous face up to me, and I tuck her messy blond strands behind her ear.
“You can ask me anything.”
Good girl.
“Some shit went down early this morning that’s pretty fucking bad, Angel. I need to know if you know anything about that.”
Her eyebrows climb in surprise, and I can see it written all over her face that she has no idea what I’m talking about.
“I—no. I don’t.”
I nod and then let out a breath. “I need to look through your electronics.”
She pulls out of my arms and backs away from me, scowling. “What exactly are you accusing me of, Julian?”
“I’m not accusing you of anything. I’m trying to rule it out. I don’t think that you’ve done anything at all, but you’re the newest member in my circle. I think I have a mole, Natasha.”
Realization dawns in her eyes and she nods slowly. “And you think I’m the mole. For my father.”
“No, I’m proving that you’renotthe one doing this so I can move on to hunting who is.”
