Page 12 of Coup De Grâce
“She was outside the building,”Jack told them.
I kept my eyes closed as he explained what happened. Every sordid detail, including how I had basically handed my body over to be used so Rafe could have his precious information.
I kept my eyes closed, drowning out their voices as they talked quietly. I didn’t need to hear their thoughts or opinions. I only wanted to forget any of this had happened.
But I didn’t have that luxury. Someone was following me, and until I figured out what Brett was so desperate to learn about me, there would be no shaking him.
With a groan, I rolled over on the couch and pushed into a sitting position. The world tilted slightly, reminding me I hadn’t bothered to eat a thing in the past twelve hours. Hell, I hadn’t exactly been eating regularly since Rafe died. My diet mostly consisted of alcohol and the occasional greasy burger to cure my hangover. Not that it ever worked.
Peeling my eyes open, I sighed when I saw three brutish men staring at me. “Just so you know, a woman loves staring up at three sexy men when she opens her eyes, but you guys really need to work on the scowls.”
“Why are you here?” Jack asked, stepping forward.
“Because there’s been a man following me for the past week. So, I dug through his wallet and found out who he was. He works in that building you were scouting out.”
“And how did you happen to dig through his wallet?” Jason asked.
Was that really necessary to answer? I didn’t think so, so I shot him a look that told him to figure it out, which only earned me a muttered curse.
“How long has he been following you?” Jason asked.
“A week. He finally approached last night.”
“Did he say anything useful?”
“He knew exactly who I was and didn’t bother to hide it,” I answered, leaning back into the cushions. “He kept talking about how I didn’t deserve for a man to treat me like that.”
“He’s fishing,” Jack grunted.
“Well, no shit.” I pressed my palms to my eyes, wishing I could get a full night’s sleep. I was so fucking tired of being tired. “I played up the grieving widow and let him walk right into my trap.”
Not that I had to play any part at all. I really was grieving. I just allowed him to think that I was so devastated by Rafe’s betrayal that I wasn’t thinking clearly.
“Libby, that was fucking stupid.”
I glanced up at Jack, unwilling to argue about this right now. “You don’t happen to have any bacon, do you?”
He rolled his eyes.
“Even a slice of bread would do.”
“Order some fucking room service,” Jack told Jason. “We need a new plan.”
“Why?” Jason asked. “This doesn’t fucking change anything. We go in as planned.”
“No,” Johnny muttered. “She’s got his keycard. That changes things.”
“Only if you want a target on her fucking back,” Jason spat. “The minute we breach security with his keycard, he’ll know who did it. And if he’s been watching her for this long?—”
“We get it,” Jack cut him off. “But this is the only logical way. We’ll stash her somewhere safe.”
I pushed to my feet at that. “Excuse me? You’ll stash me somewhere? Who the fuck gives you the right to decide my future?”
“The only people left who fucking care about you,” he retorted.
The ache in my chest blossomed at his words, but I shoved it down. This was about me, and I wasn’t about to let a bunch of men walk all over me once again, taking on all the danger and leaving me behind to watch it all play out.
“Fat chance,” I snapped. “I will not be left behind while you guys go play detective.”
