Page 18 of Devious Secrets

I don’t have any more time to spend on her yelling and threats, so I start to close the trunk.

“Wait!”

I pause. She looks surprised, like she didn’t think it would work.

“You had your chance, Megan. Remember that. I gave you every chance.”

“Please!”

The trunk slams on her cry.

Once inside the car, I turn the music on to cover any noise she’s making back there.

Pulling away from her shit apartment building, I head back to my part of town.

We have a place for people like her. For those who cross us.

And she’s going to hate it.

“Iheard you had a fun night.” My brother, Ivan, takes the seat beside me at the long, oblong stone table.

“I had an eventful night,” I say, sliding my phone into the breast pocket of my suit. It’s the dozenth time I’ve checked on my little captive this afternoon.

She has grit, I’ll give her that. Not one to take being a prisoner lying down, she’s tried everything to get the door open.

After she threw herself into the door, she’s going to need her shoulder looked at. The only thing she achieved was being bounced halfway across the room.

It’s been a distraction watching her all day.

“Eventful?” He drums his fingertips on the table. “From what I heard, you chased down a woman who had managed to break into Obsidian. In the middle of the night, no less. If you didn’t enjoy that, you did it wrong.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy myself.” I could have enjoyed myself more if she would have been cooperative.

I would have shown her how I reward honesty. She would have been screaming for entirely different reasons if she’d only given over.

“So, what’s the big news that we all had to crawl out of bed on a Saturday morning and get in here?” Kaz strolls into the room with a venti coffee and his sunglasses covering his eyes.

“It’s two in the afternoon,” Ivan says. “Have a good night, then?”

Kaz pulls out a chair and throws himself into it, putting his coffee down and leaning his head back against the headrest.

“Definitely worth it.” He grins, sliding his sunglasses off and tossing them on the table. “Now, what’s the problem?”

“Our brother here found a girl in his office last night. She stole the flash drive for Dexter Thompson.” Ivan brings our youngest brother up to speed.

“Dexter Thompson? Which one’s that?” He runs a hand through his short black hair.

“The zoning commissioner,” I remind him. “The one who’s going to make sure we’re able to get all the shit we need to open the casino resort up north. That guy.”

Kaz raises his brow. “Why did she want his drive? Is she trying to open a business and needs some dirt on him to make sure everything happens in a timely fashion?”

“No.” I sigh. “Can you focus?”

He drinks some of his coffee. “I’m trying, but it’s early. Some of us actually enjoy our evenings. It’s not all business, business, business.”

“Well, if you could bring yourself to focus on business for a little while this afternoon, I’d appreciate it,” I say.

He shakes his head.

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