Page 95 of Devious Secrets

“No. If I ever sell my soul like that, I want the Fighter,” Kaz counters. “That thing is sweet.”

“That thing is worth more than your soul. It’s also a limited edition. It’s not for you. You couldn’t handle it,” Lev tosses back. “You couldn’t handle the Harley either, but I’m sure you won’t ever get a woman to marry you.”

“I can handle a fucking bike.”

“Perhaps a Schwinn.” Lev grins.

A call from Artem comes through my phone, but when I swipe to accept it, the line is dead. Megan’s little icon on the tracking device I put on her phone shows them headed this way. I send her another text asking how things are going.

It’s the second text I’ve sent in the last hour. We need to have a discussion tonight about answering promptly.

A lesson I was sure we’d both enjoy.

“You’re going to have to smack him in the head. He’s daydreaming again.” Kaz’s voice rang through.

“Touch me and die, little brother.” I shoot him a death glare that only works to entice another arrogant grin from him.

“You could try, big brother.”

“This could go on for a bit. Maybe you should just tell us what you found out, Lev.” Ivan stands between Kaz and me.

“Found out?” I turn to Lev.

“Yeah. I was just telling them. Your wife’s boss? Megan was right, he does have dirty ties. Marco DeAngelo. They aren’t blood related, but looks like their fathers fought in the same unit in the Marines back in the day.”

“Which makes them practically blood in their eyes, I’m sure.” Ivan nods. “You think he found out about his wife’s affair and went after Thompson to get him to stay away from her?”

“She filed for divorce a month ago,” Lev explains. “Looks like it will be pretty fucking nasty, too. The company your wife worked at is minuscule compared to the other shit he’s into. Big real estate guy. Started building luxury apartment complexes out in the suburbs two years ago and they’re getting bigger. He stands to lose a shit ton of money if she gets this divorce without him proving she’s a cheat.”

“Maybe Thompson was a loose end, and she was afraid he’d tell, so she killed him?” Kaz muses.

“I want to know who the fuck was able to tell Megan how to get into Obsidian and where to find the drive. That’s the guy I want.” My phone goes off again and I swipe it open.

“Alexander… shit… are you there… can you—fuck!” Artem cuts out again. The little hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention.

Megan still hasn’t answered my texts, but it looks like she’s still with Elana in the car. And they’re parking.

“They could be tied together. If her boss wanted proof, and she was fucking Dexter here in the club, this person might know that. It might be time to talk to Mr. Carmine,” Lev suggests.

“Fine.” I nod. “Bring him in.”

“Here?” Ivan’s brows peak. “You want him in the pit?”

“Not yet. Just a friendly conversation. But if it goes bad, there’s always the pit.” Footsteps fall fast outside the office door just before it flies open.

Elana runs inside, her face flushed, and her hair looks like she’s been tugging on it.

“I’m sorry, Alexander. I’m so sorry.” She rushes to me.

“For what?” My insides tighten when I look at the door and Megan doesn’t walk through.

Artem does, though, and his expression tells me everything.

She’s gone.

“Where is she?” I demand.

“I don’t know.” Elana wipes a tear from her cheek. “It’s my fault. I scared her. It was an accident. We were just talking, and then I mentioned your age difference and she got kinda weird. Then she took her purse and went to the bathroom, but she never came back.”

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