Page 28 of One Love

“Dude, crack a window open.” I sit myself down on the swivel chair next to him.

“It’s fucking cold outside at this time of night. I don’t wanna freeze my systems.” He continues tapping away.

“More like freeze your nutsack.” I laugh. “So, what have we got?”

“You’re gonna have to be a little more specific with the amount of balls we have in the air right now, Boss.” He stops typing and turns to look at me, a smirk on his lips.

“Harvey Cook.” The newest clue we have on anything that isn’t a dead-end.

TheImperial MarchfromStar Warsbegins playing loudly from my pocket at the same time as my phone vibrates again.

“Why the fuck is it doing that?” I pull out my phone and stare at it until the music stops, showing me I have three unread messages from…

Daddy D:How did it go with Shane?

Daddy D:Did he give anyone else up?

Daddy D:I’m coming over.

What the fuck? I check the number and have to resist rolling my eyes into the back of my head because this guy is asking toget his balls sliced off. I know for a fact that Marco’s brother-in-law, Devon, calls himself that so no…just fucking no.

Glitch is chuckling to himself, sipping on his can of Redbull. “Is that your stalker? Because if it is, he’s stepped up his game and I’m kinda impressed.”

“Yeah. How is that even possible?” I quickly type out a response to the deluded man that is Dmitry.

Me:You have no idea where I am, PIMFA.

“Let me have a look.” Glitch holds out his hand and I pass him my cell. He taps for a few minutes before inhaling deeply and exhaling with a, “Wow,” then handing it back to me. “He’s bypassed the security I installed and has remote access somehow.”

“Motherfucker.” This is a killable offense in my eyes. My phone holds a lot of information that, in the wrong hands, could be fatal, and I don’t know this guy for shit. Trouble is, I kinda don’t want to kill him. He’s intriguing, a challenge, someone I haven’t been able to figure out completely. I immediately change his name in my cell to ‘Fuckwit’. We’ll see how he likes that.

“Are you growling?” Glitch is trying hard not to laugh and I glare at him, making him quickly turn back to one of his screens.

Shouting from somewhere outside catches my attention just as Binx throws open the door. “Boss, there’s some dude here who says you can vouch for him. Crank has him up against the garage door right now. Says his name is Dmitry. What do you want us to do?”

“Fucking man has a death wish.” I sigh heavily and stand before walking out of the room and toward the side door to the garage.

And there he is, wearing jeans that show off his peachy ass and a blackStar WarsT-shirt, which hugs his heavily tattooed biceps. Oh, and Crank is holding a gun to the back of his head and has his face crushed against the door. I can’t quite see hisexpression, but as I step further into the garage, Dmitry’s huge grin becomes visible.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” My words are practically a snarl.

“Told you I was coming, and I always do what I say. Does your crew always welcome guests this warmly? He’s kinda turning me on.” Dmitry laughs, throwing a teasing wink at Crank.

“Crank, let him go. I know him.” Resting my hands on my hips, I make sure at least one of my daggers is within reach.

Slowly, Crank lowers his weapon, narrowing his eyes on Dmitry’s head as he turns to face me. “You try anything, I’ll help her bury your body.”

“Anything I do to your boss, she’ll beg me for.” Dmitry grins at me the whole time.

“Yeah, good luck with that.” Crank scoffs as Dmitry walks toward me.

“Follow me. Touch nothing or I’ll cut your fingers off.” I turn and walk back through the house to where I left Glitch, knowing Dmitry’s right behind me.

I shouldn’t allow this man in, especially not into Glitch’s room, but he knows everything anyway and there’s no denying that fact. To be honest, as soon as I realized the crazy fuck had actually come here, I figured he and Glitch can put their technical heads together. Maybe then we’ll be able to get the bullshit dealt with a lot quicker.

Trusting him isn’t my issue, because I sure as fuck don’t, and I know for a fact that Glitch won’t hesitate in shooting him between the eyes if he screws up in there, but Dmitry’s been somewhat helpful so far, so he can stay. For now.

“Nice setup, man.” Dmitry appraises Glitch’s batcave, nodding his head with respect in his eyes as he takes it all in, closing the door to the room behind him. “What’s the processing power like on those?” He casually sits in the chair I occupied beforestopping Crank from shooting him and Glitch doesn’t even flinch, answering his questions.

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