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Her Apartment
Same Time
Sasha was getting worried. She was trying to hold onto Greyson simply because she needed to stay in the loop. It had been golden, but then, all of a sudden, he was pulling away.
That freaked her out.
She had to find a way to keep the information flowing. With Gabe, he’d want to know everything, and she couldn’t just say,‘It’s all fine’.
That wouldn’t fly with him.
What wouldn’t she give to just come clean with the men?
Honestly, she missed having friends. For those days where she was included, it had been nice.
The night before Christmas Eve, when they’d been able to have pizza, wine, and work, had been the best day she’d had in this miserable city.
And now it was slipping through her fingers.
What wouldn’t she give to go home?
All that Sasha knew was that if she didn’t give Gabe exactly what he wanted, she was screwed.
The only way she could see it happening was to keep sleeping with one of them.
So, as she sat in her apartment, she came up with a plan. If she didn’t get into someone’s pants to take in the intel, there was no doubt that Gabe would make her life so miserable.
He’d been perfectly clear on his directive when he sent her there.
Be his spy or she was shit out of luck.
She’d made one mistake in her life, and she regretted it. Now, she was on the cusp of making another.
Only, she had no choice.
Gabriel Rothschild owned her.
Career.
And.
All.
Chapter Fourteen
The Mission
At Hand
Saturday Evening
Because they weren’t sure how long this was going to take to get the job done, or what they would need, Gene packed a few provisions for himself and Ethan just in case they needed them.
After making sure that Greyson was settled in watching Corbin, babysitting, they headed out.
When they left the condo, they left their phones behind. All night, while they were out, Greyson would be texting them, and Corbin would be answering.
As far as anyone would know, if this went bad, Ethan and Gene were in their living room at the condo.
