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“I don’t know. Maybe he’s an asshole, Siena. I’m sorry that I encouraged you to believe in him. I really thought it was real. He called you ‘his girl’ in a conversation with me. I have never, not once, heard him call anyone else that,” she says softly.

I shrug and open the refrigerator to get another bottle of water. “Maybe Valentina has a pot of gold for a pussy.”

Olivia gags. “Repulsive. Do not, do NOT, refer to that hag’s pussy in front of me again.” She shakes her head. “Honestly, it’s hard for me to believe that either one of them would touch her. They hate her, and Matti was staring at you when he put you in the car, touching your face. I literally had to push him out of the way to get in the backseat with you. But they were drinking, and Vin was on a mission to get Matti laid. I just don’t know.”

I finish off the water bottle and throw it in the trash can andshrug again. Maybe he fucked her. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he is with her. Maybe he’s not. All I know for sure is that he doesn’t want to be with me, and I still have a huge problem I have to solve with Emily’s phone.

Olivia sighs. “If it helps, I can find you some hot hunk to get under so you can get over, if you know what I mean.”

She winks, and I laugh as her phone starts buzzing. “Polite pass.”

Annoyed, she reads the text and stands to leave. “Duty calls. Do you need anything at all? Can I do anything for you?”

“Olivia, don’t worry about me. You take care of you. And you should know that your party was a fucking incredible success. Honestly, last night was a personal shit show, but it was fun as fuck until—”

“Until it wasn’t,” she finishes for me. “We’ll do better next time.”

She blows me a kiss and slips out the door, leaving me alone in my little living room. I’ve got a weekend with nothing to do, I’m hungover as fuck, and I feel the need to purge more than the contents of my stomach.

My gaze lands on the pile of Emily’s belongings in the corner. I pull Emily’s phone and the broken watch band out of my bag. Staring at them, resolve plants itself in my brain and grows like a weed. Within minutes, it’s a huge vine choking out all my other thoughts.

Vin wouldn’t help me get to Valentina, and if what Olivia says is true about last night, then Valentina is no fan of mine and likely wouldn’t help me, anyway. But Matti owes me, and he fucking knows it. I’m betting that if he tells Valentina to fix Emily’s phone and retrieve the data, she will.

Seeing Matti again is the last thing I want to do. He lookedtoo fucking good last night, he was far too smug, and I’m still sore from how hard he fucked me on top of the car the other day. I smirk, wondering if his psycho girlfriend knows about that.

But the one thing I remember clearly from last night was the look of incredible guilt on Matti’s face when I asked him why he didn’t protect me from Aurelio.

I think he even called me ‘baby,’ which he only does when he’s deep in his feelings, but I could be wrong. This could be my moment to use that guilt to make him give me what I want. And what I want is to break into Emily’s phone.

Now that I know where he is, it’s just a matter of pulling my shit together and making it happen. I stand up, grabbing my bag and pulling on my shoes. Messy bun, leggings, stained sweater—fuck it. Now is the time.

And I’d be willing to bet everything that Valentina is still there as well, making my little mission that much more efficient.

17

Matti

Iwake up on my couch, still wearing nothing but the jeans I had on at the club, my ball cap covering my face. My phone is open to the live feed of Siena’s house—and Valentina is tugging at my zipper.

“What the fuck?” I snatch her wrist, but she uses her other hand to slide inside my pants, wrapping her fingers around my cock.

“It’s okay, baby. Keep watching that trash pussy on your phone if you want. I’ll just be down here.” Her voice is sultry, trailing off as she lowers her head, but before she can get there, I shove her off me. She hits the floor with a yelp.

“That’s not the job you were hired to do.” I zip up my jeans, anger replacing irritation, not just at her but at myself for passing out. “Where the fuck is Vin?”

Sprawled on the floor, she glares up at me. Red lace lingerie clings to her curves, thigh-high fishnets and stilettos completing the look. She parts her legs deliberately, trailing her fingers between them, lips curling into a smirk. “He had to go. So we can take a break, too, can’t we, lover?”

“Valentina, I don’t have time for this shit. We’ve got work to do, and we’re on a schedule.”

“I did the work. But now that I’m done, I can do a different ‘job.’ Or you can eat me out right here.”

I flashback to the garage with Siena: her thighs shaking around my head, the taste of her, the way she fell apart for me so easily.Fuck.

Scowling, I walk past her and shove the half-eaten plates of food from last night off to the side and yank a chair up to the table where Valentina has the laptop and other equipment running.

Valentina sighs dramatically and stomps over, dropping into the seat beside me. “Work first? Okay, stud, if that’s what you want.”

“Only work, Valentina. Nothing else.”

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