The door slammed, and I grabbed Nico’s iPad, smashing it against the edge of the desk. The screen cracked with a dull crunch.
That was when he finally moved.
He lunged at me and swung. His fist clipped my jaw.
I answered with one of my own. His head snapped to the side.
One punch. That was the Sons’ rule.
If we were pissed at each other, that was how we handled it.
We always made sure to makethe onecount and then moved on.
“The fuck is your problem, Zo?” Nico yelled as I shook out my hand.
“I told you to dig up everything you could on Blair.”
“Who?”
I shot him a cold glare.
“Ah, right. The girl … your Fawn.”
“Blow jobs don’t come before work. They’re a privilege, not a distraction,” I said coldly. “You don’t indulge until after. I told you I wantedeverythingon her.”
“Did I not do that?”
“You failed to mention her stepfather was a Son.”
He stiffened. “What?”
“That’s called fucking slacking.”
“How the fuck was I supposed to find that?” he shot back. “Someone created a fake file for her, then.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“Finding out Son information is difficult. You know that information is locked down.” He rubbed at the back of his neck in frustration. “How’dyoufind out? Did Blair tell you?”
I shookmy head. “Arisono.”
Nico frowned. “She didn’t give you any more information?”
I shook my head again.
“I hate that uptight cunt.”
“You and me both.”
He dragged a hand through his hair before grabbing his glasses from the desk. “They don’t keep digital records on the Sons. There’s nothing to hack. Anyone would’ve missed that, especially if the parents listed fake names.” He looked down at the smashed computer at his feet. “So, congratulations. You owe me a new computer and iPad. Go to fucking anger management.”
“Did you get into her phone?”
He opened a drawer and tossed it at me. “Reported stolen. Everything was erased from it.”
“You were too slow.”
I grabbed his phone from the desk and hurled it across the room.
