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He doesn’t answer right away. Just looks at me. Hard. Calculating.
“You hack systems?”
He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t curse.
But his voice lands like a fucking verdict.
Shit.
Chapter fifty-eight
War
I’m livid.
Livid and relieved.
That gargantuan bastard could have shot me, but I was ready, more than willing to die if it meant getting my Olivia away from that blue-haired motherfucker.
She trails behind me into the penthouse, her voice, soft, apologetic, beautiful, chasing me through the silence. But I can’t hear her.
I can’t hear anything except the roar of my own blood in my ears.
I yank open the fridge, grab a bottle of water, and slam it shut. The sound cracks through the kitchen. She flinches beside me.
Damn it.
I drag in a breath. My voice is rough when I turn to her.
“Olivia—”
“War, I’m sorry, okay? I just wanted to get the building back, and I know Wesley may be angry at me, and I—”
“You could have been killed!”
The words rip out of me, sharp and violent, like they’ve been carved from bone. I barely recognize my own voice.
“But—”
The bottle cap snaps in my hand, water spilling down my wrist.
“But nothing, Olivia.” My throat burns. “Men like Korsakov kill women like you for less than what you did. Demanding to see him? Walking into his place of business?Alonewith him?”
“War, I’m sorry.”
Her fingers brush my jaw. That simple touch sends a bolt down my spine, but it doesn’t calm me, it only makes me ache more.
“For?” I bite out.
“Scaring you. Upsetting you.” Her eyes glisten, her voice trembling but steady. “Leaving without telling you.”
I grit my teeth. “Never telling me you have a degree in cybersecurity?”
“I tried to tell you,” she whispers. “When you hired me. I told you I worked for WesTech, but I couldn’t explain because you kept cutting me off.”
The fight drains out of me, caught on her truth.
I swallow my next words because she’s right.
