Page 163 of Devil Mine

“Wha– no, it’s not. You’re the worst, goodbye,” I say with a laugh, hanging up.

The sandwich long forgotten, I rush back into the living room where I’d previously been sprawled on the floor with the documents all around me. I shuffle the papers around looking for Jorge Diaz’s emails but remember I didn’t print them out because there were hundreds, if not thousands. I open my computer and start pouring through them there.

And then I find it.

Lady luck shows up on my side tonight because it only takes me about fifteen minutes. It’s an email to him confirming one of the payments I now know to be fraudulent. I’m stunned into silence at the discovery. I can’t believe that after all these weeks I’ve finally found the evidence I’ve been looking for. It feels both like a significant moment and also weirdly anticlimactic. It’s only an email. Part of me had expected a dramatic reveal culminating in the traitor would be unmasked, not me sitting alone on my living room floor.

When I see who authored the email and sent it, my blood runs cold in my veins. I can’t believe it. I wouldn’t if there wasn’t proof in my hands written in his own words, confirming what he’s done.

This is a betrayal that’ll rock Thiago to his core.

Someone he trusted above almost any other. Someone who’s been at our dining table, who we’ve drank with, who’s smiled in our faces while stabbing us in the back.

My heart breaks at the perfidy of it all.

This is going to change everything.

I need to tell Thiago,now.

All of a sudden, it doesn’t matter if he’s in a meeting or working. I can’t hold on to this information without letting him know. If Thiago is with him, he could be in danger.

“Shit.” I curse out loud when I realize I left my phone in the kitchen.

I run back there and find it where I left it on the counter when I hung up with Dagny. My screen is unlocked and my thumb is hovering over Thiago’s name when someone reaches over my shoulder and snatches the phone right out of my hand.

Fear slams into me. I didn’t hear anyone come in. Didn’t know I wasn’t alone. It morphs quickly into dread when I turn and come face to face with dark, cruel eyes.

How I ever thought this man was trustworthy is beyond me. Staring into his eyes now, I see him for the ruthless, remorseless traitor that he is.

“You.”

“Me.” He says it almost arrogantly, like he’s proud of what he’s done.

I don’t have to wonder how he got in here, he has the keys. Thiago never considered the threat might be quite this close to home, and neither did I.

“Give me back my phone.”

He grins, sharp teeth on display. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. Can’t have you telling your husband what you’ve discovered. You really should have kept out of this and minded your own fucking business.” He looks down as he pockets my phone before his gaze lifts icily back up to mine. “Now I’m going to have to deal with you.”

The dread moves up my chest and to my throat where it cuts off my air supply.

“Thiago will kill you.”

He laughs. “He won’t know it was me.”

He slams his fist into the side of my face and I crumple to the ground. The last thing I see before I pass out are his black shoes nearing my face.

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Chapter Fifty-Nine

Thiago

“I’m sorry I can’t come to the phone right now, but if you leave me a mess–”

Frowning, I hang up the phone without leaving a voicemail. That’s the fifth time I’ve tried calling Tess tonight with no response from her.

I’m in the car on my way back to London. The new supplier I was supposed to meet with tonight never showed, the number I was given to reach him disconnected when I tried to call.

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