Page 29 of Bratva Hunter

She points and giggles. “Someone’s happy to see me.”

“We’re both happy.”

She sits down on the toilet. “When will your friend be here?”

“Eight or so. I wanted to make food before he gets here.”

She dips her head. “That’s nice. Thanks.” She stands and flushes. “I’ll just grab my shower.”

My hand brushes her arm as she scoots around me to the shower. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

She beams, leaning to kiss my cheek. “I know. You saved me.” She steps into the shower as I hightail it out of the room, heading for the kitchen of the little two-bedroom bungalow.

Pulling out the pans and the food in the fridge, I’m overwhelmed by guilt. What the hell am I going to do?

Three minutes after eight, a knock on the door startles Rosa. I glance at my burner to see the video for the front door camera I put out for our safety. Fingers loiters on the porch. I turn to Rosa. “He’s here.”

Her nervousness endears her to me even more. I won’t let her go when this is over.

Fingers rushes in with his computer bag in his hand as he fumbles to open it. He stops short to stare at Rosa. “Uh. Hi.”

“Hi. I’m Rosa.”

“I’m Fred. Well, Fingers. Everybody calls me Fingers.”

“Hi Fred.”

Fingers beams at her as I shake my head. Damn flirt.

Rosa dips her head to me. “I’ll get it.” She walks to the bedroom and skips to us with the flash drive prominently held between two fingers. “Here.” She hands it to Fingers.

He takes the USB with a gentle touch and places it against his laptop to insert. “Do you know if there’s a password?”

She leans against the sofa, overseeing the dining table. “Couldn’t tell ya. I pulled it out of the laptop. I have no idea what’s on it either, though my father always kept it on him and was very careful with it.”

His fingers fly on the keyboard. “I’m sure that’s why his people want it back.”

“Yeah. Probably.”

I grab a seat next to Fingers as he opens files. Fingers lifts his fingers and turns the screen to face me. “No real protection. A small encryption, which I divested in record time.”

I glance at Rosa, who lifts her chin. “Feel free. I think I’ll go find something to watch on TV in the bedroom.” She leaves and Fingers elbows my side.

“Damn, she’s gorgeous.”

I keep my voice low. “You’ve seen her photo.”

“Doesn’t do her justice, man. What’s your father going to say when you tell him you’ve claimed her?”

“What? I…”

“Come on Rory.” He emphasizes the name I’m using and nods at the bedroom. “It’s obvious. Who can blame you? I’ve searched for everything I can find about her. She’s fucking Mother Theresa in a rocking hot bod and stunning face. She shares whatever money she makes modeling with people in need, and everyone who meets her loves her. Except her family. They just want to use her to make money.”

I grumble. “Over my dead body.”

“Yeppers. I get that.” He looks around me at the hall. “I haven’t figured out how they’re finding her. You might convince her to leave everything behind and start over. Maybe one of her bags has a tracker.”

“Take the drive to Papa, and I’ll slowly get us back to New York over the next week. That should give Papa and Cynric time to dissect the drive and find enough to destroy the Aguilars.”

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