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"I know. I'm so sorry."

Swallowing back my tears, I nodded. "Thank you." It was a sincere apology. It didn't fix everything he did to me, but it helped.

"I don't want you to feel bad about sleeping with Weaver and Brando."

My eyes widened and shot up to his. "You-" I broke off, horror dawning as I realized he knew. That was why they'd told me all that before dinner. "He told you?" I was pretty sure he at least heard some of what I'd done with Weaver. But no one had been there when Brandon and I had sex.

"No," he said with a chuckle. "But the guilt was written all over your face. And I know Brando better than anyone."

"I don't understand why you're okay with it," I said, shaking my head. "If the roles were reversed, I wouldn't be happy about it. I hate all the women you slept with over the years. Though I'll do my best not to hold it against you."

"Thanks. I'll do whatever it takes to make you comfortable, whether that means telling you the name of each one, or never speaking of them again." I frowned at him, but didn't respond. "As for us, we've been doing this for years, Cat," he admitted. Anger flooded me, but how could I get mad that he slept with other women when I'd just fucked both his friends? "We've worked out all the jealousy issues. We care about each other enough to want us all to be happy, even if it's with the same woman. Especially if it's with the same woman." He stood up. "We want this with you. We'll prove that to you while we're here. Just think about it."

"And what's going to keep you from running again?" I questioned.

He gave me a grim look. "I'm not going anywhere," he replied. "But I know that doesn't mean much to you right now. All I can do is ask that you trust me. And know that I'm not the same guy that I was back then. I swear that you're my priority and if you give me a chance I'll never go anywhere again."

I watched as he walked out of the room then dropped my head into my hands. I wasn't sure why this was happening right now. There was so much going on, this was the last thing I needed. Or maybe, just maybe, it was exactly what I needed.

CHAPTER 25

Weaver

Istared down at the computer, running a hand through my hair in frustration. It had been five days since we told Cat about wanting to keep her and now she was mostly ignoring us all. Somehow, we'd landed ourselves in the doghouse right along with Suave. And as the one who slept in the same bed with her every night, I was feeling the brunt of her silence.

She still made meals for us, but she took her plate upstairs and ate alone. She was asleep by the time I came to bed. It was really starting to wear on me. It didn't matter that she was doing to me now what I'd been doing to her in the beginning. I'd only been doing that to keep my hands to myself. I didn't know her motivation.

"She just needs time to think," Suave said, glancing over at me after I sighed aloud.

"I didn't think she was going to shut us out," I muttered, punching at the keys on my laptop.

We'd been searching relentlessly for the Raleka and everything we tried turned up nothing. Every lead died a slow and painful death. They were like fucking ghosts. Between that and the cold shoulder from Cat my patience was frayed down to a single strand.

My head jerked back as my computer's alarm started blaring. Both Suave and Brando stood up and stepped in close behind me as I sat at the dining room table. "You've got to be shitting me," I huffed. "You're doing this now? In the middle of the day?"

My hacker was in deep shit. Because he'd just hacked my system for the second time. Only now, I was wide awake and following along to see what he did. I'd had no luck back tracking his work the last time. I'd also added extra firewalls to keep my shit protected in case he tried again.

I frowned as images began flashing over my screen, too fast for me to process. A building. Railroad tracks. A series of numbers. None of it made sense. A knock on the door sounded and the action on the screen stopped. I stared down at the words written in Russian and a cold chill raced down my spine.

"What's it say?" Suave asked, squinting at the letters on my screen.

"Help me." I looked over my shoulder at Brando, who was staring at me, his hand on the front doorknob.

He looked through the peephole, then swore as he pulled his gun from his waistband. It was all the signal we needed.

I was up and out of my seat, my own pistol in my hand as I waited. Brando stood there for a minute, thinking. I wasn't sure who was on the other side of that door, but if he was hesitating it probably wasn't a friend. Movement flashed from upstairs and I glanced up.

"Get back in your room," Suave barked at Cat.

An offended look crossed her face, but she spun around and went inside, slamming the door behind her.

"Great," I muttered. "That's all we need."

"We'll explain it to her," Suave told me in a low tone.

"I know you're in there," someone called out from the other side of the door. He had a heavy accent though he spoke in English.

"Who the fuck is it?" Suave asked Brando.

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