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He seemed pleased that the options were limitless in the way he extracted information for her. “I don’t hand out favors for free,” he noted.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t accept handouts. Name your price and I will make sure you will get it.” She crossed her arms in front of her stomach, waiting to see how much this was going to cost her.

“$100,000,” he said without so much as an ounce of hesitation.

Without the blink of an eye, she responded, “Done. You’ll have it by tomorrow morning.” There was no price too high to keep Joey and Gage from stupidly getting caught in the crossfire on her behalf.

“One more thing,” Layne stepped uncomfortably close to him with a murderous look in her eyes with her hand digging in her pocket. “Tell him he can choke on this on his way down to hell.” She grabbed Daniil’s hand and pressed a small metal object into it.

After she withdrew her hand, left in Daniil’s open palm was the same casing that housed the bullet that penetrated Joey’s chest on their wedding day. Orellano may not have pulled the trigger, but he sure as hell put the gun in Liam’s hand.

Daniil grinned as he held up the shell between his thumb and forefinger letting his imagination conjure up all the creative ways to inflict this small piece of metal into his assigned target.

“I will contact you when it’s done.” He pulled his phone out again and looked at an incoming message. He raised a brow and looked at Layne. “Looks like you have company waiting for you downstairs.”

When Daniil rotated his phone so she could see, there on the screen was a photo taken from the lobby of both Joey and Gage at the front desk appearing to be asking questions.

“Oh, for fucks sake.” She should have known better.

Pocketing his phone, Daniil walked over to the door and opened it for her. “Take it from me, no matter what you do, men like that will pay any cost for the right woman.”

She shook her head as she grumbled angrily at their inability to follow simple instructions. Layne snatched her helmet off the table on her way to the door. “I’m about to hand them the fucking bill for not listening to me.”

Daniil walked out with her, catching a ride in the same elevator down to the lobby. She was fuming as they passed each floor. When the doors popped open, they both stepped out.

Approaching the line of elevators were Joey and Gage. Both of them stopped short when they saw her and Daniil exit the elevator. Various emotions flickered over their faces from relief, surprise, suspicion, and their possessive jealousy over her.

Leaning in close to her, with Daniil’s large frame blocking the view of both De Luca men, he whispered into her ear, “Here’s the key if you need it.” His hand slid the keycard to the hotel room into her back pocket discreetly. He winked at her before stepping back and gesturing to a few of his men seated in the lobby to take their leave.

Layne gave a brief nod, still seeing red that the guys had so blatantly went against her wishes when she was doing her best to keep them out of trouble. Her eyes stared at both her men’s faces trying to find the restraint not to shout and cause a scene there in the lobby.

“In the damn elevator. Now.” She ground out past her temper before turning and catching the elevator doors before they shut. Layne stepped inside and waited for Joey and Gage to join her, dead set on making them aware of how they fucked up.

Chapter Twenty-Five

MATCH

The entire ride back up to the sixteenth floor was in strained silence with Layne’s anger rolling off her like a summer storm. When the elevator doors slid open, she stalked down the hallway until she pulled out the keycard to open room 1621 and stepped inside. She didn’t bother checking if the guys followed, she merely assumed that they would since that was what they were seemingly best at.

Once Joey and Gage were in the room with her, she slammed the door shut behind them.

“Who the fuck was that downstairs?” Joey turned to immediately jump onto the topic he was interested in most. Jealous? Joey? Never.

Layne stood there staring at both of them, her blood pressure spiking through the damn roof. She tossed the motorcycle helmet onto the table with such force it didn’t bother staying, and instead slid right off and fell onto the floor with a thunk until it rolled across the dark gray carpet. She didn’t give a fuck about being gentle with much of anything right now.

Her hands jerked at the sleeves of her leather jacket, stripping it off and pitching it at a chair, revealing the white lace blouse underneath. With her temper being at an all-time high coupled with her stress, the room felt sweltering.

Ignoring Joey’s question, she tossed out her own, “How about we start with why the fuck you both are here? I told you both to stay back.”

Gage crossed his arms in front of his chest, “We gave you enough space before we followed you here. Nobody trailed us.”

“You don’t know that!” she screamed at him only imagining how all of this was going to blow up in her face if Liam got wind of what she was doing or who she was doing it with. “I told you both to leave me alone for a damn reason! What part of that did you not understand?!”

Barely clinging to any sense of calm, Joey shook his head. “You’re overreacting.”

That was probably the worst thing he could have said at that moment. “Do not talk to me about overreacting!” her voice remained elevated as she shouted at him.

Layne continued to lash into them, “You left me under the impression that you were going to do as I asked. I came here so that I could find a way to strike at one of Liam’s top guys without him seeing it coming. I jumped through fifty goddamn hoops to set up this meeting and you both were so willing to put it all in jeopardy!”

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