“Then why do you think Leeva’s returned?”
“Because of this.” Digits presses a button, and my heart stops as the largest monitor displays a picture of my little dove.
Her raven-black hair is still as I remember it; in the photo, she’s wearing it loose and wavy rather than pulled back into aponytail or a severe bun. Her luminous amber eyes look like she’s staring into my soul.
She stands on the steps leading off the private plane; her picture captured by the airport surveillance system Digits keeps hacked into.
But that’s not what has my heart stopping.
It’s the curves. Gone is the too-thin young ballerina. In her place is a stunning, curvaceous woman. A stunning beauty with a body like Marilyn Monroe.
Her shirt is well-tailored and has a deep vee in the front.
Revealing a tattoo between those full, lush breasts.
A tattoo of a Buddhist endless knot.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Leevaisin the city—I know this for a fact. Not because of this picture, caught thirty-six hours ago, of her disembarking from a private plane at the airport.
But because I just fucked her filthy in my private room at Hedon.
“Army?” Pix asks, concerned, staring at me.
Flashes of the night at Hedon intermingle with Grinder’s death at my hands.
I slept with my long-lost best friend.
I slept with my brother’s old lady.
And if anyone finds out, I’m dead.
But that’s not what has me bolting down the stairs, ignoring my friends’ concerned shouts, and then thundering out of the clubhouse and getting into my truck. Slamming my vehicle into gear, I roar out of the compound’s gates.
I’m not running away or running in fear. I’m racing to find that exquisite siren that Ineed, understanding now how she had felt so fucking right. How she felt like heaven.
How she felt like…home.
Chapter 12
Army
Digitstriedcallingmeincessantly after I left—so did Ash, Bane, and Pix. I knew my family was worried about me. I wasn’t normally so volatile; I had never actually hit one of my friends before. I was usually calm, cool, and aloof. Living on the edges, keeping everything and most of everyone at bay, because sometimes fully living was too much. And something I didn’t deserve after losing Leeva, not after the part I played in her pain.
In the past, a shock like this could’ve triggered one of my PTSD episodes, and the fact I’m ignoring my closest friends and family makes me the world’s biggest dick.
So, I finally answer Digits’ call, if only to let them know I’m not in a catatonic, near-comatose state. And also, because I want every scrap of intel he has dug up about Leeva since discovering her arrival by private plane. Something in that might give me a clue about where to start searching for her, since aimlessly driving around the city isn’t getting me anywhere.
If Riveria won’t cooperate and willingly give me the information I want, then I’ll have Digits get the intel for me. Hecan get into Hedon’s system since he created it. I’ll only go down that route if I absolutely have to, though. Because then Digits and my family will discover that I fucked Leeva tonight, and I’m not ready to face the consequences of that yet. So Digits is my last resort if I can’t convince Riveria to play ball.
“Give me every spec of intel you have, Digits,” I say after I finally answer his call.
“Army—”
“Fucking do it,” I say through clenched teeth. “You searched for Leeva against my wishes for all these years, so now that you found her, give me everything you’ve dug up so far after finally having a thread to pull on.”
The line is quiet, and I can imagine him exchanging looks with Ash, Bane, and Pix, who I know are there.
