Page 54 of Captive Audience
“Torin oversees everything and controls the legitimate side ofour business. Aidan and I run the rest. Below us, we have several crews, each responsible for various tasks.”
I snorted. “So you’re like…the vice president of a murdery Fortune 500.”
Rook’s mouth curved. “Aye. Something like that.”
Fantastic. Even my insults inflated his ego.
“The windows in the apartment are bulletproof. Finn will stay with you until I get home and is available to drive you anywhere you want. There are motion-activated cameras in all rooms except the bedrooms and bathrooms. They use facial-recognition software and are programmed to recognize approved visitors. You’ve recently been added. Anyone else, masked or otherwise, sets off an alarm and triggers a rapid security response.”
“Wait.” I sat up straighter, dread prickling my skin. “There’s a camera in here?” I tapped the counter, the one where Rook had spread me out, devoured me, then fucked me until I couldn’t remember my own name.
“Aye. You know there is. I already showed you the recording of our wedding.”
Why hadn’t I thought of this sooner?
Oh, right. Because I’d been in jail, plotting murder.
“Rook, wedidstuffout here.” My eyes bugged out. “Multiple times.”
“Aye.”
“That means you filmed us.”
“Not intentionally.”
Intimate moments from our night together recorded in high definition? This was a problem.
“What did you do with the footage?”
He frowned like my question was strange. “I watched it, of course. A couple of times, if I’m being honest. I got bored while you were in jail. It’s fantastic viewing.”
“Oh my God.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “That’s not okay.”
“Seemed a shame to waste it. Do you want to see?” He pulled his phonefrom his pocket.
“No!” I thrust my hands out. “Did you show anyone? Send it to your friends? If you did, I swear to God I’ll cut your?—”
“No, Asha,” he said firmly. “I’m a bastard, but I’m not the kind who passes around a sex tape of his wife. All right?”
“Give me one reason why I should believe you?”
He braced his palms on the counter and stared me down. “Because I’d sooner saw off my hand and eat it raw than share you with anyone.”
There was a roughness to his voice I hadn’t heard before. It made me think he was telling the truth.
“You promise?” Not that I could trust him, but a reassurance might help relieve my anxiety.
“Aye. I promise. If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll ask Finn to give you access to the security console, and you can delete whatever you like.”
“Really?” I cocked my head. “You’d let me poke around your security system?”
He shrugged. “I’ve got nothing to hide from you.”
I doubted that but still appreciated the opportunity to wipe that footage from existence. “Thank you. And you’ll get rid of your copy, too.”
“Not a fucking chance.”
“Rook!” I growled.
