Page 45 of Vicious Little Princess

“And the doctor? Did she come and check me out and find everything was fine, that I just needed some sleep like I said?”

“I decided to wait until you were awake before I brought her in. I didn’t want you to feel violated from being examined while you were unconscious.”

“Really? As insane as you were being about it?”

“Yes, really.”

She smiled.

And then she stared at me rather intensely.

Likely because of what I’d said earlier.

Or, more accurately, confessed.

Fuck,it had been the worst time for it.

While all of this was going on.

It had just… I’d put it out there in a bid to make her understand why I was doing the things I was, why I was being soextreme.I’d fucking weaponized it and I hated that I’d done that. I hated that nothing was sacred, that I couldn’t give her anything that wasn’t tainted by the world around us, by our mission, by all of it.

Even that.

I broke eye contact.

She looked a little dejected, but instead of speaking to it, thankfully, she snapped into action and came to us, moving in front of the laptop and getting to work.

In moments, she was inside Victoria’s phone. Actually, phones, plural.

Off our looks, she told us, “I’ve tapped into her shit before.”

She started bringing up more data, accessing files, deeds, legal documents. I watched her cross-referencing it with what I’d put together from Angelo’s accounts, the amounts, the dates, all of it.

While she was working on that, all of our phones buzzed.

I pulled mine out quickly to see that it was one of the alerts that she’d set up.

“Damn, you did it,” Milo told her.

She sure had. Her search had just picked up the one guy who’d survived her massacre, the guy who’d been involved in Angelo’s kidnapping.

“We’ve got the location of one of Angelo’s accomplices,” I told her.

“Where?” she asked distractedly as she focused on what she was doing.

“Tolhurst General,” I informed her.

She started, then told us, “Hold on.”

I watched as she hacked into the security system at the hospital within moments.

“Damn,” Milo exclaimed.

“Got him,” she said. “There.”

We both looked to see the guy still wearing that fucking balaclava and baggy clothing bursting into a supply area deep down the corridors of the hospital, grabbing medication and supplies.

“What’s he taking?” I asked Milo, who was much more familiar with that sort of thing.

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