Page 11 of Cause of Action

“I don’t understand, Roman. We get bank records all the time. What the hell is the problem?”

“She said the bank put in a new system, and it’s highly encrypted. There’s no way to access it.”

“There’s always a way,” I said.

“Excuse me?” Roman cocked his head.

I couldn’t believe what I was about to say, but I had no choice if I wanted him to leave me alone and keep him from telling Rick who I was and why I was there.

“If I help you, will you promise to leave me alone and stop threatening to tell Rick who I am?”

He stared at me momentarily. “And how can you help us?”

“Do you promise?” My brow arched.

“Bro, if she can help, promise her. You can’t lose this case,” Julian said. “And we need to view those records first before getting a court order.”

“Fine. I promise. But I don’t understand how you can help.”

“Gather your other brother and come to my suite. I’m in room 2501.”

“We’ll meet you there.”

I stood up and went back to my room. Opening the refrigerator, I popped the champagne and poured a glass while waiting for Roman and his brothers. Shit. I didn’t have a choice to do what I was about to for them, but Roman was a sly motherfucker. I could tell. And he wouldn’t hesitate to tell Rick everything to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was me.

I opened the door when I heard the knock.

“Come on in, gentleman.” I gestured.

“I still don’t understand how you can help us,” Roman said.

“Oh, Champagne. Do you mind?” Julian pointed to the bottle.

“No, go ahead.” I sat down at the table and opened my laptop. “Look at me, Roman.”

“Trust me. I am.” A sexy smirk crossed his lips.

“Enough.” I held up my finger. “You are to listen to me very carefully. I know you’re a lawyer and most likely lie ninety percent of the time.”

“Excuse me?” His brows furrowed, and his brothers laughed.

“You heard me. I’m doing something for you that will probably save your ass. In return, I want your word that you’ll leave me alone for the remainder of my time here.”

He stared at me momentarily, his blue eyes fixated on mine.

“Your word, Roman,” I spoke authoritatively.

“Bro, stop thinking with your dick for once,” Parker said. “We need her help. This is important.”

“Fine. You have my word, Morgan.”

“Okay. Name of person and bank.”

Roman rattled off the information as my fingers quickly clicked the keys.

“Hmm. I stared at the ‘access denied’ displayed on the screen.

I typed in a special code, one that my father created.

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