Page 89 of The Billionaire's Devotion

I moved to the edge of the seat. “What is it?”

“The boat was always a setup. Nothing happened there by chance.”

“I know that. Isabelle said the boat party was for her birthday, but it was really a mixer.”

“Yes, but there is more to it.” Gunnar opened the folder and handed me a few pieces of paper.

I blinked rapidly as my eyes darted over the pages. They were text messages from Sophie, Landon, and Trevor.

Sophie: Hey, Land. Isabelle delivered. Nadia is on board. What do you want us to do?

Landon: Nothing right now. Wait until we leave the port.

Sophie: Bonus

Landon: Yep

I gripped the page tight and read the next message.

Landon: Delivered. Your prize is here.

Trevor: Nadia?

Landon: I told you I always deliver. That’s 80G for the trip. Stick to the rules this time.

Trevor: I would have paid more.

Landon: You will.

Trevor: If I have her now, I won’t need a next time.

Landon: LOL

I covered my mouth.

Landon: Found her. She’s acting up a bit.

Trevor: They all fuss. I’ll deal with it. Bring her now.

“I remember when Landon texted,” I mumbled.

“There is also video footage of you and Landon on the boat. It showed him texting with you. One of the young ladies recorded it on her phone,” Gunnar added.

I turned to the last page.

Trevor: She’s sick.

Landon: So what. Tried to act sick with me, too. Just give her molly and tell her

it’s an aspirin. That’ll calm her down. Sophie left them in the cabinets.

Trevor: Get your ass down here. What’s this shit about Crane?

Landon: On my way.

The text rolled like a film in my mind, and I replayed every detail. I hated how vivid everything seemed now, though. I didn’t want to relive those moments. But now, I could see them so very clearly.

And Sophie…I remember when I first met her. She’d never been particularly warm or welcoming and very begrudgingly shared her room at college. She had always been the very definition of “mean girl.”

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