Page 43 of Beautifully Twisted


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"I'm going to leave. No phone. Stay like this until you count to one hundred."

"This changes nothing between us."

"One hundred."

"And if I don't?"

"I'll know."

She's quiet for a moment as I thrust softly into her with my fingers one last time. "You said you weren't watching."

I'm not, and that's the truth. But I just pull out my fingers. "One hundred."

I leave the room, sucking her juices off my fingers, locking the door behind me.

The rest of the night, I work, trying not to think of her and talking myself down from putting in cameras.

Which is fucking crazy.

Just like going in there was.

I probably set everything back.

Even if I didn't, I'm well aware that nighttime shit has a way of fading when daylight comes.

But though the day hasn't quite broken, we're ready with a plan.

And, of course, my fucking phone rings.

"Please, Silas, tell me he gave himself up?"

"He just might, if we could get in there."

"We know it all works?—"

"The hacks did work. We went in and out again, and trust me, no one noticed."

The irritation is more than evident. Because of course I trust him. And I don't like what he's saying. "What happened?"

"It's like someone changed their whole security system. Almost like they got tipped off by someone."

"You don't sound finished," I say.

"I'm not. Because I've got my doubts that Rebecci is even there. The thermal cameras haven't detected anyone that fits Dom's height and body shape, and Cade is checking now, but these changes seem to be at Dom's other places, too."

"He's upgrading after we broke in."

"Cade said he already did that. So..."

"Put it on ice for today. I'll call my fucking father."

I have to organize meals that Lyndall demands, along with making an appearance at the office.

Lyndall's under strict instructions that Lola stays in the suite, or she'll go back to Dad. It's enough of a threat for me to know she'll obey.

I'm not a jailer, I just don't want Lola to run again because this time, it might take longer to find her. I might be too late.

I take off my tie the moment I get in and call Dad.