“I don’t need your fucking protection.”
I coughed sarcastically. “Er, I think the fake kidnapping story to get me to help you suggests differently.”
“Fuck you.” She stormed to the door, unlocking it and flinging it open.
“Where are you going?”
She glanced back over her shoulder as she left the room. “Away from you. I don’t need your help. I can sort this on my own.” She hurried away from me, but I chased her down as she stood in front of the elevator. “Why doesn’t this just have a call button like a normal lift?”
“Because we don’t want any Tom, Dick, or Harry wandering in off the street. Can you not use the keycard you cloned?”
She turned and flipped me her middle finger. “I didn’t bring it. Just let me out.”
“No,” I replied as a couple of Thomas’ team wandered past, giving us a strange look.
“No?”
“No. It’s not safe.”
“Says the stalker,” she fired back as she turned her back on me and stared at the lift doors like her anger could summon them to open.
I stepped closer, leaning in so my lips ghosted her ear. “Come back to the office, Hana.” She shook her head. “You can walk there, or I can make you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” She twisted to glare up at me, her eyes burning with defiance. It took everything in me not to leanforwards and capture her lips, but instead, I grabbed her and flung her over my shoulder.
“Roman,” she screamed. “Put me down.”
I wrapped my hands around her thighs, pinning her in place as I stormed to the tech room, passing Lacy on the way. “Meeting, five minutes. Let everyone know.”
Lacy chuckled. “Right away, Roman.”
“Arsehole. I’ll make you pay for this,” Hana muttered.
“Oh, little menace, I’m counting on it.”
55
HANA
I wishedmy body could make up its mind when it came to Roman Black. Right now, I hated him. He was a stalker, he’d been watching me for years… six years. Who does that? But also, he looked so hot right now, I could barely think straight, and my panties were ruined.
He leaned back in his chair, legs out straight and crossed at the ankles, while his intertwined fingers were locked behind his head. A part of me wanted to crawl into his lap and beg him to stroke my hair while he told me all the things he wanted to do to me, while another part wanted to slit his tattooed throat and watch him bleed out as payment for the lies he’d told.
You lied too,the voice in my head whispered.
“Hana?” Sean’s voice pulled me back to the moment. “Are you okay? I know this is a lot.” I looked around the faces in the room, realising that I’d not heard a word of what had been said.
“Sorry, I was miles away. Can you start again?” I looked to the men at the front of the room, who Sean had introduced as Wren and Lev, although I had no idea who was who.
“Wren, let’s go from the top.” The curly-haired man nodded and then turned his attention back to the large screens that filledthe wall, reminding me of the ones that had been in Roman’s locked office.
“Like Hana thought, it’s basically a compilation of everything Preston was ever involved in. There are thousands of lines of data here; each line is a new crime.”
Sean whistled. “Motherfucker.”
“What’s in the links?” Roman asked.
Lev clicked on one, bringing up a video and pressing play. It only took a couple of seconds until I winced, looking away, not needing to see that crime play out.
