“That’s…rare if a tattoo has been removed.”
“But not impossible.”
He shakes his head. “The facial recognition program was wrong, then. Faulty. It can’t be Leeva.”
“She whispered my name in her sleep.”
He goes still, his eyes widening as he stares at me. “You slept with her?”
“Not last night when she whispered my name.”
My weak attempt at deflecting doesn’t work to diminish his concern for me. “Jesus. How the hell did this happen? Does Ash know?”
I ignore his first question, not wanting anyone to know about Leeva attending Hedon. Not that I’m ashamed, but because that’s our secret. “No one knows, except for you.”
“So she’s forgiven you?”
I can’t tell Digits that Leeva has no idea it was me she slept with at Hedon, and that I have no idea if she’s forgiven me. Or that, if she finds out that I’m the masked man, she might not forgive me for that, either.
But I’m determined to make her fall so fucking hard for the way her masked man makes her feel that she won’t care it’s her best friend giving her this level of unholy pleasure and ecstasy.
“It’s complicated,” I say instead of admitting anything more damning than I already have. “I need your help, though.”
He holds up his hands. “I’m not helping you dig your own grave.”
“She’s.Not. Guerilla’s,” I growl with malice. “She’s mine.”
“It’s a fucking technicality.”
“Our laws clearly state: tattoo, old lady. No tattoo, no claim of ownership. Leeva doesn’t have Guerilla’s tattoo, not anymore. She’s not his; ergo, she can be mine.”
“Ergo?” His eyebrows fly up, and he smirks. But the seriousness of our discussion pushes back in. “You’re walking a very thin, very dangerous fine line, Army.”
Don’t I know it. Not only for the MC’s law, but when it comes to Leeva and the masked man who fucked her filthy.
“And I need your help to keep this between you and me. For now,” I add quickly, knowing neither of us wants to withhold secrets from Ash, Bane, and Pix. “Let me figure out how Leeva got Guerilla’s tattoo removed like it never existed.”
It never should have fucking existed.
“And help me keep an eye on her. I have her hotel suite covered.” I basically admit to taking the Aurix Nodes to bug her hotel suite. “But I need help when she leaves her suite or the hotel itself.”
He hisses air through his teeth. “Not to mention figuring out why she returned, or why she flew on a private jet under a different name and is seemingly the widow of a billionaire.”
“Leave that to me. But I need you to track down Guerilla and monitor him.”
Unease fills Digits’ expression, and he pushes up his glasses. “You think he’ll have his own resources that flagged her return.”
“It’s entirely possible. I know he hunted for her after she ran. Do we know where my bastard brother is?”
A frown pulls Digits’ mouth tight. “I lost him around the time you came back from the Marines. Last known whereabouts before that had him hanging out with the Buzzards MC in Oklahoma.”
“If he patched-in with them, giving up his ties to the Havoc Guardians to do that, then this is all a moot point. Our MC law only applies to our members.”
Digits nods. “That would be ideal.”
No, what would be ideal is if my bastard brother hadn’t moved in on my territory, trying to take Leeva from me in the first place.
I push out the toxic air inside me. I hate Guerilla’s fucking guts so much I want to put a hole in his chest with a twelve-gauge shotgun.
