“Why your boss would be so concerned about keeping your laptop from being stolen. Most work laptops can be accessed and wiped remotely.”
I furrowed my brow as I turned my attention back to the screens as well. “Oh.”
Just as the two of us fell silent, I watched the slender man in the kitchen dip down. I paused. I waited. Holy fuck, was he actually going to check?
“Please, come on, please still be there,” I whispered.
And when the man jumped up from the floor, I found him holding the black laptop in his hand.
“Yes!” I exclaimed as I pumped my fist in the air. “It’s still there.”
Wrecker chuckled, but didn’t say anything else as he exited the room that we were in. I didn’t care. They found my laptop, which meant we were in business. I turned my back to the screens and finished my food, sipping on my Coke as I made my way back out to the kitchen. Of the men I passed by, some of them nodded their heads. A few gave me a soft wave.
I didn’t see the girls, though.
But then again, I didn’t see their men, either.
That made me grin as I placed my glass into the sink.
I made my way back into Ghost’s room and I perched back at the desk. I didn’t know what else to do to pass the time, so I watched them. I couldn’t help but smile as I saw how Ghost place my things in suitcase, grabbing everything that wasn’t destroyed.
But eventually they left, and that started the countdown for when they got back. It was just a little under an hour before I heard heavy footfalls tearing through the clubhouse.
I stood and turned to face the door just as Ghost burst through it with two of my suitcases and a carry-on in tow.
And when his eyes met mine, I thumbed over my shoulder at the screens. “You always watch people’s living rooms for fun, or am I just special?”
Even I saw the way he grinned beneath that mask as it reached his eyes. They crinkled for a moment before he abandoned my suitcases on top of the bed. But then he reached into one of the outer compartments of my suitcase and slid out my laptop before tossing it onto the bed.
“I’m so glad you found it,” I said as I made my way toward it, “I asked Wrecker earlier if there was a way to get you guys a message. I completely forgot?—”
The instant I tried reaching for it, he smacked his hand down on top of it.
“Ghost?” I asked with a furrowed brow. “Everything okay?”
He tilted his head. “Why do you keep your laptop under the fridge?”
I blinked. “Becaaaause, my boss told me to find an obscure place to put it when I wasn’t using it, should I ever get robbed.”
His eyes surveyed my face for a while. “So you chose underneath the fridge?”
I shrugged. “Do robbers ever check under the fridge for things?”
“We did.”
“Are you robbers?”
He blinked. “Why didn’t you tell us about your hiding place for your laptop before we left?”
I didn’t like the third degree. It felt… like I was being interrogated. “I just didn’t think about it.”
“When we talked about going and getting your laptop?”
I scoffed as I took a step back. “Okay, over the last few days, I’ve been stalked, I’ve had cameras put up in my apartment, I’ve been kidnapped, rescued, dragged here, interrogated while crying, told I have to stay here for my own fucking good, andnow you’re… what? Pissed off that you don’t have every ounce of information about my life that you need? Did you even stop to think for one second that I might be too overwhelmed with my life right now?”
“Jasmine, I?—”
“And another thing,” I said as I held my finger up, not allowing him a moment’s respite, “who the fuck are you to come in here and give me the third fucking degree like I’m some guilty party in all of this when I’ve fully dedicated myself to cooperating with you guys. Where do you get off?—”
