Page 33 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
Her frustrated groan follows me down the hallway. My cock throbs painfully with every step, need coursing through my veins like liquid fire.
I press my palm against the wall to steady myself, taking a deep breath that does nothing to cool the heat raging inside me.
I check my security feeds on my phone, cycling through cameras I'd installed around the property. All clear outside, but movement catches my eye in the kitchen monitor.
Jax is leaning against the counter, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his face. He raises his coffee mug in a mock toast directly to the camera.
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Itake a sip of coffee, the bitter taste matching my mood as I study the footage from last night. Whoever attacked Alina at the warehouse managed to stay just out of frame. Clever bastards.
My jaw clenches as I replay the scene for what feels like the hundredth time. Nothing. Not even a glimpse of a face or a distinctive piece of clothing. It's like they knew exactly where our cameras were positioned.
Could this be connected to Roman's disappearance?The thought nags at me, refusing to let go. The timing is too convenient to be coincidence.
"Finding anything interesting, Ghost? Or are you just admiring your little hellcat's ass on the cameras?"
I don't bother looking up as Jax saunters into the room, his shit-eating grin evident in his voice.
"Thought you left after the security check," I growl, eyes still fixed on the screen.
Jax drops into the chair beside me, spinning it once before propping his feet on the desk.
"Would have, if someone hadn't moved their motorcycle so it blocked the garage exit."
He reaches for my coffee and I slap his hand away. "Had to come back in to get your keys, and what do I find? You busting down a bedroom door. Very subtle, by the way."
"Shut the fuck up." Heat crawls up my neck. I slam pause on the footage.
"Then I stayed to make sure everything was okay." Jax whistles low. "That journalist's got you worked up, boss. Never seen you lose your cool like that."
He leans forward, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "So? Is she as feisty in bed as she looks?"
My hand shoots out before I can think, gripping his shirt collar. "I said, shut. The. Fuck. Up."
He raises his hands in surrender, but that annoying smirk doesn't fade. "Just saying what everyone's thinking. You've been watching her like a hawk since the warehouse."
I release him with a shove. "I'm watching a potential security threat."
"Sure." Jax stands, twirling my bike keys around his finger.
"That's why you're reviewing footage at 6 AM with that murderous look." He tosses the keys onto the desk. "Might want to check that."
I glare at him, but he just shrugs. "The woman's got spirit. Reminds me of someone I know."
His expression sobers slightly. "Any word on Roman?"
The sudden shift catches me off guard. "Nothing concrete. But this—" I gesture to the footage, "feels connected to what he was investigating before he disappeared."
Jax nods, understanding the implications. "And the Martinez case?"
"Still digging," I admit. "But if what Alina says is true, there's a link."
"Speaking of your little journalist..." Jax nods toward the monitor showing the kitchen. "Looks like she's up."
