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“Maybe.” Honestly, I had no idea what we should do. “Or we could wait for Russell to get here.”

“No way.” Keith waved both hands at me. “I’m not letting Uncle Markus steal from Mr. Russell. We have to catch him. Here.” He yanked my phone from my pocket and opened the camera app. “I’ll make a video to show Mr. Russell. He’ll have to believe you’re innocent then.”

My sweet, sweet boy. He should not have to worry about things like this. Eight-year-old boys should be playing ball and talking about their favorite movies. Not sneaking around a multi-million dollar business trying to catch their uncle stealing tech and proving their mother’s innocence. If I was a better mother, I would have found a way to do this without putting Keith in this position. But we were here now, and Keith barreled ahead the instant the elevator doors opened. “Is it this way?”

“Down here.” I turned on my heel and marched toward the storage closet. The door opened with a quick turn, and I almost fell into the room in surprise. “This door is supposed to be locked.”

We stepped into the dimness, Keith clattering behind me when he kicked a box and sent it skidding over the concrete floor.

I flicked on the light and peered around the space. Everything looked the same at first glance, but I’d only been in here for an hour or so last time, and most of that time was spent having sex. The memory heated my body to an uncomfortable temperature, and I swiped a hand over my forehead.

Keith panned the camera around the room, then squinted. “That computer is on.” He ran for the back corner before I could stop him. “Look. Someone has been in here.” He jiggled the mouse until the lock screen popped up.

“It’s password protected, Keith.” I turned my attention to the rest of the room. “He’s not here.”

“Maybe I was wrong.” Miranda groaned and covered her face with both hands. “I’ll lose my job for this. But I swear it looked just like him.”

“I’m in,” Keith shouted. His fists pumped the air. “Look, I did it.” He aimed the camera at me, then back at the computer screen.

Miranda and I both rushed to his side. My breath hitched. “How did you do that?” I’d tried multiple times before with no luck. Of course, I hadn’t known then that the culprit was Markus.

Keith shrugged. “I tried his password. He gave it to me last month when we visited Grandpa Leon for dinner and I wanted to play a game on his laptop.”

Fucking hell. My half brother was behind it after all.

33

CHASE

How had things gone to shit so fast? I was used to my life getting turned upside down, but this turn of events shook me to my core. I’d left Leon’s office dazed and angry enough to smash a building into the ground. My clenched fists refused to relax no matter how many times I stretched out my fingers. The last look Sabrina gave me seared itself on my brain. I saw it every time I blinked, and it never stopped hurting. She’d never once admitted she was Leon’s daughter. Never even gave an inkling to her identity.

I’d slept with my best friend’s daughter.

Russell paced up and down the sidewalk outside the cafe where we’d stopped to regroup. His frown and the tense hold on his phone as he looked up at the sky offered a warning as to the caller’s identity.

I rose and tossed a few bills on the counter to cover our food and a hefty tip, nodding my thanks to the waitress walking our way. She eyed me up and down with an appreciative tilt to her lips that I ignored.

Garrett followed me out, his steps loud as he stomped. “What are we doing?”

“I’m going home.” I met up with Russell on the sidewalk at the same time he pocketed his phone and cursed.

“What about Sabrina?” Garrett asked.

I stopped so fast he knocked into my back. “What about her? We slept with her, and now we know she’s Leon’s daughter. I never would have touched her if I’d known.”

“Bullshit.” Russell stepped into my personal space. Eyes narrowed and tight lines framing his mouth, he nudged me with one finger to my chest. “We all felt the same way about her from the minute we saw her. Nothing short of death could have stopped us from doing what we did. I don’t regret it.”

“Neither do I,” Garrett agreed.

They’d said as much in Leon’s office, but I’d doubted their sincerity considering Sabrina sucked our common sense from us with her presence. Now that we were away from her influence, I expected them to come around to my way of thinking. “Fuck off. We don’t screw our best friend’s daughter.”

“Well, we did.” Russell pointed out the obvious with a shrug. “We all fell for her, and I’m not about to let that dipshit ruin it for us because he’s stuck in the past.”

“He’s her father,” I argued back.

“Some father.” Garrett snorted. His expression mimicked Russell’s. “Did you hear the things he’s done to her? The bastard didn’t even give her his last name.”

Yeah, I’d heard. I ignored it because it didn’t fit into the narrative where I managed to let Sabrina go while imagining her going back to Leon, who welcomed her with open arms.

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