Page 2 of Midnight Danger

Some stones were best kept in their raw perfection. It kept their value high and made them untraceable.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I slid it out. An image popped up and I had to bite the inside of my mouth to stop the smile that wanted to form.

Red or black?The message was accompanied by a photograph of two sets of lingerie.

Take both.I replied, my finger flashing over the screen.

I only need one set since we’re only going away for one night…

Take both, the red won’t last long, and you insist on wearing panties to dinner…I could just imagine the flush on her cheeks as she imagined me destroying those lacy pants and bra.

“Are we interrupting you?” Dad demanded, his fingers drumming on the side of the circular black marble table.

My eyebrows shot up. “You did pull us away from a meeting. I can reply to my solicitor while listening to Matteus.”

Jordan interrupted, throwing Dad a side-eyed look and rolling his eyes. “Can I see the file since no one bothered to send me any of the information?”

Ash lifted the file from in front of his father without asking and pushed it down the table to Jordan. His face was hard and his eyes moved rapidly as he scanned what was in the documents. “When do you need this dealt with?”

His voice was devoid of emotion, and everyone at the table knew Jordan had stepped into his heartless assassin persona.

“Immediately,” Matteus snapped.

“Yeah, well, that’ll have to wait until I do my own research. I’m not taking a team into a situation where I’m blind.”

Matteus’ jaw tightened and his gaze angrily locked with Jordan’s.

“If you wanna go kill the bad men and get your jewels, I’m not stopping you,” Jordan taunted. These men didn’t get their hands dirty and they sure as hell wouldn’t walk into a motorcycle club and demand their jewels back. That job fell to us because they would never want anyone to know who we were and what we stood for.

Matteus lifted the decanter and filled his glass, then banged it back on the table to show his displeasure. It was water off a duck’s back to Jordan, who casually flicked through the file and ignored him.

My phone buzzed again, and the image nearly made me stand up and prowl out of the room. Cassandra had the red lingerie on and had taken a photo in the changing room. The lace barely contained her full breasts and the panties accentuated her rounded hips. The room started to close in around me. The fact that I was looking at a photo of her in this room of darkness and misery didn’t sit well with me. She belonged to the light.

Can’t believe I’m sitting in a meeting with a fucking hard-on…

My phone buzzed and it was a blowing kiss emoji. Yeah, she’d be blowing something tonight, and it wouldn’t be a little kiss emoji. I needed to get out of here right now because all my attention was now only on Cassandra.

The meeting devolved into our normal business of profits and assets—the stuff I zoned out of because it didn’t interest me in the slightest. That was the reason we had damned good accountants.

Jordan pushed the file over to me. One of the pages had the corner turned over, so I followed the trail my friend had left. A nail mark underlined a name I was familiar with. We’d visited Marco a few months back and the little shit had resurfaced on our radar again. What the fuck was he doing in North America now?

We had passports that would get us in and out of every country without a single eyebrow being raised because Jordan had created alter egos for us when we were in our teens.

“Any news on Michael?” Matteus asked Jordan.

He should have been dead already, but the Council had decided to give him more rope to hang himself with and see where it led them in his maze of deception. All Michael’s codes had been changed and his access to the Council revoked. Anytime he logged in, it was a fake system with false information that he was handing over to the police. It was making him and all the officers indulging his every need look foolish.

“Nope,” Jordan responded, folding his arms behind his head. “He keeps trying to find what he saw, which makes me think he wasn’t intelligent enough to make a copy. It also tells me what information he was handing over to the law. We’ve already neutralised all the assets without anything tying back to us.”

Dad nodded thoughtfully. “Keep us informed.”

“We done?” I asked hopefully, the image of red lace and creamy flesh engrained in my memory.

“Do you have somewhere you need to be?” Dad asked, his gaze scrutinising like a hawk watching its prey.

“Well we were in the middle of staff interviews for the new club. We need to vet them thoroughly.” A dark smile tipped up my lips and those with a dirty mind took my bait. Their laughs sent a chill down my spine. These men had the darkest fantasises. They played God in this room, but others got their hands dirty. In a locked room, subs who specialised in erotic pain allowed them to pretend to be the type of men they merely commanded.

It wasn’t my place to judge, but they sickened me.

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