Page 49 of Sinister Intentions

A frown creased my brow as I studied her closely. What could have possessed her to shave her head and dye her hair green—because it might be growing out, but at one point, her sides must’ve been fully shaved—and then, to hide it beneath that ridiculous disguise?

And how on earth did her father not know about it?

Or was Donnelly just pretending to not know?

The more I learned about Jemma Donnelly, the more layers seemed to unfurl, each one more atypical than the last, more intriguing than the last.

She was an enigma, wrapped in contradictions—vulnerable yet fearless, innocent yet jaded.

And for some inexplicable reason, I found myself desperate to unravel every last one of her secrets.

Until now, all the information that pointed to her had been more than vague. A single trace had unveiled the Mac address of her laptop—according to Hawk’s guys. There was still a possibility of it not being her—even though that possibility was slim.

I narrowed my eyes and watched her. She didn’t look like it, but by now, I was 99% sure it was she who hacked into our system and manipulated our online gaming platform. What had she done with the money she siphoned off?

And why would she even need money when her father had more than enough?

Well, time to get to the root of it all.

Time to find out all about Jemma Donnelly’s secrets…preferably even before she became my sister-in-law.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Istumbled into the living room and pressed my back against the wall, trying to calm my pounding heart.

Oh my fucking God. I’d just walked in on Vince Salvini getting himself off. I couldn’t even…what had I been thinking…but also…wow…just wow.

His body was worth being replicated into a white marble statue and preserved for eternity. He’d looked like a Greek god, all hard ridges, bulging muscles covered in tattoos, and his cock…

I’d almost choked on my saliva when I laid eyes on him.

I shook my head. This was undoubtedly the stupidest thing I’d ever done.

Why on earth did I think letting him get a taste of his own medicine would be a smart move?

I’d heard the shower. I knew he was in there…naked, so what had gotten into me to walk in on him?

I groaned. And then, freezing and staring like that.

I would never live this down, not in a hundred years.

I needed to get out of here, stat.

I took in my surroundings with a wary gaze. Vince’s apartment, though it revealed little about the enigmatic man himself, was elegant, sophisticated, and yet, for some strange reason, felt almost…homey.

I shook my head, then made my way toward the exit. Hopefully, I would find my shoes there because I didn’t have them on when he dumped me in the pool, and none of the ones in the closet had fit.

But shoes or no shoes, I needed to get out of here.

And then, my feet suddenly stopped when my eyes fell upon an unexpected sight.

What in the ever-loving hell? I walked to the pen housing a crate with the most adorable white ball of fluff. A puppy? Vince Salvini, the most ruthless man in the city, had a puppy?

No fucking way.

Was this another hostage?

Curiosity piqued, I inched closer to the pen, extending my hand cautiously. The tiny pup lay in its crate, completely silent and still, watching me with dark, button eyes. “Hey, you, aren’t you a cutie?” I crouched down, made myself as small as possible, and stretched out my hand.

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