Page 17 of They All Own Me

"Still doesn't mean we can trust you," I point out.

"What do you want me to do?" Her green eyes lock onto mine, challenging. "Name it. I'll prove I'm serious."

"Well, now that you mention it," Connor pulls a flash drive from his pocket. "His computer. We need what's on it."

"That's it?" She picks up the drive, examining it. "His password is his high school football number and grad year. He's not creative enough to think I'd ever go against him."

"Get everything," Dominic rumbles. "Emails, documents, browser history. The whole damn thing."

"And when you do," I add, offering her a burner phone, "we'll talk about how to handle your husband problem."

She nods, tucking the drive and phone into her purse. "I'll have it by tomorrow. He has a late meeting with constituents."

"One more thing." My eyes meet hers, noticing their damming shade of green, reminds me of Ireland. "If you're playing us..."

"Save the threats." She adjusts sunglasses on her head. "I've lived with worse for years."

The engine purrs as we pull back into the dimly lit parking garage. Mrs. Cope's car sits exactly where she left it, a sleek black Mercedes that screams 'high class.'

I get out and open her door. She steps out, smoothing her designer dress. The click of her heels echoes through the concrete structure as I fall into step beside her.

"Remember," I say, keeping my voice low. "One wrong move..."

"I've got this, tattoo head." She cuts me off with a wave of her manicured hand.

We reach her car, and she turns to face me. "You'll have your flash drive tomorrow. Just make sure you hold up your end."

"We're not exactly known for breaking deals."

"Neither am I." She unlocks her car. "Tell your cronies thanks for the joyride, it was real enthralling."

I watch her slide behind the wheel, the engine starting with a quiet hum. As she pulls away, Connor appears at my shoulder.

"Think we just made a deal with the devil?"

"Nah." I shake my head. "Just with someone who's been living with one."

The Mercedes disappears around the corner, leaving us in the echoing silence of the garage.

"If she's playing us..." Dominic's deep voice carries from behind.

"Then we'll handle it." I turn back toward our car. "But something tells me she's exactly what we need."

Chapter 10

Tatum

I stand in the foyer,watching Thomas adjust his tie for what seems like the fifth damn time in the mirror. His reflection catches my eye, and his lips curl into that condescending smirk I've grown to despise.

"Don't wait up," he says, straightening his collar. "Got some important shit to do tonight."

"Oh, of course, I couldn't imagine walking a mile in your shoes, Thomas Cope," I bat my eyelashes, laying the saccharine on thick.

From the door, I wave goodbye with my fake smile plastered across my face. The moment his BMW disappears around the corner, I bolt up the stairs to his office, the flash drive Dom gave me burning a hole in my palm.

I quietly enter the room, looking around like Thomas might have planted some type of booby trap. I notice nothing out of the ordinary, so I head towards his desk.

While standing in front of his computer, reality hits. I have no fucking idea what I'm doing. They didn't teach this at the all-girl academy I went too.

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