“Jesus Christ,” I said breathlessly.
He fell off to the side without another word spoken and pulled me close. He hadn’t repeated the words back to me, no, but he sure as hell wrapped me up in his embrace. I slid back toward him until my ass seated itself against his wet dick. I tucked my leg between his, feeling him clamp down onto it before he pulled the covers over us.
And as my eyes fluttered closed for some much-needed rest, he pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to my bare shoulder.
While his fingertips traced mindless circles against my hip.
I didn’t have a single nightmare that evening, but I did, however, wake up before West. His endless snores pulled me from the darkness, and even though I tried to get back to sleep, I knew I’d never be able to. I shifted around in his grip and watched him roll over. He pulled the covers up to his chin and I rubbed his back, feeling him relax beneath my touch.
And when I knew he was sound asleep once more, I turned my sights toward my necklace that always hung around my neck.
“Time to see what’s up,” I whispered.
I slid out of bed and threw my clothes on, not caring that I smelled like sex and debaucherous deeds. I needed to get to the media room and figure out what in the fuck was on this thumb drive. I had downloaded everything, yeah, but that didn’t mean that I knew what the hell was on it.
I stayed as quiet as possible so that everyone could sleep. But the second I jammed that USB drive into the laptop sitting at one of the four desks in the media room, I lost myself in the sheer amount of files that popped up for me to devour.
“Why the hell are they password-protected?” I murmured.
It took me a while to go through, since I had to unlock just about every damn file with a different password. How the hell did Carlos remember all of these fucking things? I didn’t pay it much mind, though. We had the information, and I knew that if I could get it unlocked that I might be able to win Stone back over to my side.
Until I unlocked a folder that housed a file entitled “Chad Baker.”
No fucking way.
I clicked the file open so quickly that I almost fucking deleted it, and the sheer amount of files that popped up swirled my head. There were emails, and pictures of text messages. Communications back and forth between my handler—well, former handler—and none other than Carlos Banderas himself.
And when I came across the one damning piece of evidence I needed, I picked up the laptop and rushed back down the hallway.
“West!” I hissed as I charged through his bedroom door.
He continued snoring, even as I jumped onto the bed.
“West. West. Wake up. I need you up. West!”
He groaned. “What? What is it?”
I dropped down beside him and patted his shoulder. “Get up. Seriously. Get the fuck up now. I know how to take down Carlos.”
He shot up like a bat out of hell. “What? What did you find?”
“Take a look at this shit.”
I tossed the laptop onto his lap and he had to rub his eyes in order for them to focus. But, once he started clicking through the documents that I had open, his jaw unhinged.
“Isn’t this your—”
I nodded quickly. “Yes, it fucking is. Carlos is a god damn informant for the FBI.”
He held out his arm and I sank against his body. “Let’s see what else is in this shit. Good fucking work, beautiful.”
The kiss he pressed to my temple told me everything I needed to know. He might not have the balls to say the words yet, but I knew how he felt about me. We spent the morning waking up to the thousands of documents I had downloaded from that computer yesterday. The sheer amount of information in them was staggering, and I understood quickly why Carlos didn’t want to give just anyone access to this information.
“My God, his payroll is even in here,” West murmured.
I furrowed my brow. “What are those blue stars next to the names for?”
West sighed. “If I had to take a guess? Those blue stars mean undercover agents on his payroll.”
