Page 21 of Sinister Intentions

I turned, got rid of the gloves, snatched up a towel, and wiped away the sweat dripping from my forehead into my face.

But what I really wanted to do was pace the gym floor.

Now, I couldn’t even shut down my mind while physically exhausting myself.

Was she some kind of witch who was haunting me?

Really?

I must be truly losing my mind. Yes, that punk wormed her way into my thoughts every time I tried to focus on the issue at hand—the money vanishing from our coffers—an issue which she most likely had her hands in. But now, I was giving her supernatural abilities? Ridiculous.

The only thing she was was maddening. Infuriating. Intoxicating.

And the fact I’d had no choice but to put eyes on her—made everything worse.

Because now, I got hourly updates detailing her every move. Which was why I knew that right now, she was in my city. Earlier this morning, she’d visited an address that still baffled me. Why would she meet one of the best forgers in the city? Was she doing a job for her father? According to my research, Donnelly kept his daughters pretty separated from the business, so this was a mystery. One that I intended to solve by paying Slatov a visit later.

Apart from that little trip, Jemma was spending time with Fee and Alex Falcone, probably cozying up to Matt who was too loyal, too gullible for someone like Jemma Donnelly.

I clenched my jaw at the idea of Matt and Jemma getting closer…which was exactly what I wanted. Wasn’t it?

But that didn’t stop the twist of jealousy in my gut at the idea of them getting…closer. Maybe that arranged marriage wasn’t such a good idea.

I grabbed my phone and fired off a text demanding an update from Michele on her location. I needed to know where she was. What she was doing.

Who she was with.

I exhaled. This obsession was unhealthy. Dangerous, even, especially for a man in my position. That punk had burrowed herself under my skin, and I had a sinking feeling about her.

But then again, if Hawk’s team’s initial assessment was right, that punk was, at least, somehow tied to the group that hacked us and weakened my position.

And the one thing I could not accept was being weak.

“No way you will change that, you punk.”

Dom’s brows furrowed. “What?”

I stared at Dom. “What, what?”

“What will this punk you’re talking about not change exactly?”

Did I just talk out loud without intending to? Was this how far gone I was? “I didn’t say anything.”

Dom cocked his head. “So someone’s trying to change you? I knew it was about a woman.”

I glared at him. “I’m talking about the hacker.”

“Oh.”

I nodded. “That’s what’s on my mind. That’s what has me in a mood. That’s what I can’t get out of my damn head.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them.

Dom nodded slowly, considering my words. “I understand, but didn’t you say you’re eliminating the problem?”

I sighed. I was on the way to eliminating the problem. I’ve had my team and Hawk’s best men working on eliminating the problem. It just took way too long for my taste. “So how’s it going with that mob girl?”

I narrowed my brows and stared at Dom. I did not mention Jemma to him. So how would he know? And how did he zero in on it?

I raised a single brow.

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