Page 119 of Ruin My Life
Soulless eyes staring down at me.
Blood—so much fucking blood.
And her face.
Her fear.
Her last breath.
I stare at the scar and feel the fury start to bubble again. Like acid rising under my skin.
Revenge.
Thatis why I’m here.
To make sure that photo—hisphoto—is more than a lead.
It has to be a death sentence.
I’m sure Lee has the image stored somewhere by now on their network. That’s not the problem.
The problem is getting a strong enough internet connection to run R.O.S.E. without tripping anything.
Then, I remember door at the end of the hallway. The one with the keypad lock and reinforced frame. It has to be Damon’s office. The one place no one else seems to go. I’m sure he has an ethernet connection in there.
But getting the key code out of him will be near impossible, and I don’t want to risk triggering some kind of silent alarm by guessing.
But The Speakeasy’s security room doesn’t need a code.
Only a key.
And keys can belifted.
But Damon will probably have the key on him at all times. He definitely won’t just hang them up by the front door. He’s not stupid. He’s nevernotin control.
But I’ve seen him lose it. Just once. The night that we confronted Lola.
He asked how I make people do just that—lower their guard, peel away from their herd and follow me into the shadows. He pushed, practically demanded to know the secret.
And when I gave him even a taste... hefolded.
The press of his body against my back. His voice in my ear. The way his hands closed around my throat like he couldn’t help himself.
I won’t lie—I felt it too. The way his mouth found my skin. The way I almost didn’t want him to stop.
But this isn’t about wanting.
Focus.
This is just like every other job. Every other man.
Get close. Get what you need. Get out.
A shiver runs down my spine as Damon’s voice echoes in my mind, low and accusing—almost reverent.
“Liar.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
