“I need you to trace the text, find out who sent it, and then delete the video from their servers.” I pace across the room. “And… I don’t know… Maybe destroy their entire operation while you’re at it?”
Dylan chuckles. “Just a small favor, huh? You know what you’re asking could land me in federal prison, right?”
“And you know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important,” I say quietly. “She doesn’t deserve this shit.”
There’s a long pause, and for a second I think he might tell me to fuck off. Then he sighs. “You must really have it bad for this girl, huh?”
I growl.
He huffs out another laugh. “Fine. I’ll need her phone number, screenshots of the text and any other info you have. I’ll see what I can do.”
Relief floods through my chest. “Thanks, man. Now we’re even.”
“Bet your ass we are,” he says. “Give me a couple hours to poke around, see what I’m dealing with.”
“Thanks, brother.”
Ending the call, I turn and give Sasha a small smile. “He’s going to help.”
Her shoulders visibly relax. “Really?”
“Really. Dylan’s one of the best at what he does.” I walk over and pull her into my arms. “We’ll figure this out, okay?”
She nods against my chest only for a moment before she pushes away.
Crossing her arms, she takes a defensive stance and asks, “Why are you doing this for me, Jax?”
“Because that’s what friends do.”
Picking up her phone from the coffee table, I forward the text to mine, then send it to Dylan along with Sasha’s phone number. Then, I power it down.
“What are you doing?”
“This is a better safe than sorry situation. For now,” I explain when she opens her mouth to argue. “If they’re monitoring your phone activity, we can’t let them know we’re onto them. Or have access to your whereabouts. In fact, maybe youshould stay with me at my house when we get back. Just in case.”
Sasha’s eyes flash with annoyance. “My place is right next door, Jax. If these assholes are serious about tracking me down, what makes you think they wouldn’t verify I’m at yours?”
Well, shit. I hadn’t considered that. “Fair point.”
“Besides, I’m not going to let those wackjobs scare me out of my own home.” She starts pacing again, color rising in her cheeks as she flails her arms in the air. “I’ve worked too damn hard to get where I am. And the last thing I’m going to do is let Ryan or whoever the hell he owes money to ruin everything I’ve built.”
The determination in her voice makes my dick twitch, but I’m still worried. “I get it, but these people could be dangerous?—”
“Then they’re dangerous whether I’m at my place or yours,” she huffs, cutting me off. “I have a security system.”
“So do I,” I volley back.
“And a baseball bat under my bed.”
I can’t help but grin at that. “Of course you do.”
She stops pacing to face me, hands on her hips. “Look, I appreciate your concern; I really do. But the last thing I’m going to do is hide. That’s not who I am.”
Damn, she’s stubborn. And, fuck—not only do I admire her for it—it’s a huge fucking turn on.
“Fine,” I concede, holding my hands up in surrender. “Just don’t forget I’m right next door.”
She tilts her head at me and smiles. “Trust me, Jax. I won’t.”
