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“That’s good enough,” she says, slinging an arm around my shoulder. “Now, let’s get you out of here and into a super-hot dress.”

I let out a resigned sigh. I know how relentless Chloe can be, so resisting will be futile. Looks like I’m playing wing-woman tonight. “Okay, let’s see what you brought.”

She clasps her hands together. “Really? You’ll come?”

I giggle. “As if I really had any choice. You could convince a nun to buy condoms just to shut you up.”

But truth be told, I liked the release Zeno gave me.

And maybe I’d like to feel it again.

So who knows? Could be that I’m in the right place at the right time…again.

CHAPTER11

ZENO

Istare at my watch, lounging against a wall right inside the entrance of the Bang nightclub, electronica music vibrating the floor under my feet. I watch as each woman slinks into the doorway, swinging her hips, teetering in the highest heels. A few of them try to catch my eye as they pass, but I ignore them, not wanting to risk missing the scumbag hackers once they finally make an appearance. Not that I could if I tried. I mean, they’re gonna be strutting in here looking like Mark Zuckerberg wannabes in a sea of guys who are trying way too hard to get laid in their clubgoer gear.

My phone buzzes with an incoming message. I pull it out and hold it in front of my face to see a message from Bruno.

Slight issue. Gonna be late.

Fuck.

He texted me on my real phone, not the burner, so I can’t exactly ask him for details. But I’d like to know how much longer I need to hang out here by the door looking like some creepy ass loser.

How late?

I grit my teeth, something catching my eye on the floor as I wait for his response. A flash of something sparkly clicks along the floor and I watch it, temporarily mesmerized, like I’m a goddamn crow or something. I blink fast, my gaze moving from the shiny shoe all the way up the tight, toned calf until it hits the hem of a knee-length red dress.

Knee-length. That’s novel for this club, judging by the outfits on the other women in this place. I actually can’tseethe girl’s pussy.

My phone buzzes again and I tear my eyes away from probably the most conservatively dressed girl in here to find out when the hell Bruno is gonna show up with those clowns.

Half an hour. Have a shot. Or five.

I stuff the phone back in my pocket and rake a hand through my hair just as it vibrates again.

What the hell, Bruno?

Except it isn’t Bruno.

It’s Sergio.

Where the fuck is the guy you were supposed to question?

A smile plays at my lips as I type my reply.

Think he went for a ride.

I figure that’s better than telling him that the guy almost ended up splattered on the pavement next to the parking garage.

I swear to God, Zeno!

I can hear my cousin’s threatening voice shouting at me from the phone screen and yeah, I know he’s gonna be pissed when he finds out what we’re doing, but it’s like can’t help myself. If there’s a threat, I squash it. It’s just who I am.

Besides, this ‘threat’ is probably gonna be another MIT-geek type anyway, the ringleader of this little hacker crew. Serge needs to relax for once and stop worrying about messing up this syndicate arrangement or he’s gonna end up shitting diamonds. I’m just gonna scare these guys a little, enough that they crap their khakis and find another casino to stake out.

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