Page 87 of Deadly Obsession
I scoff. “It’s not the same.”
“Why? Because you’ve had your cock inside me?”
“Sage,” I sigh and run my palm over my face. “I had my tech guy do some digging, and the creator of the app is using it to harbor predators.”
“What?” She shakes her head. “No… I… I don’t believe you.”
“You know I’d never lie to you. I have the proof. I’ll show you. And the men… your clients…”
She gets out of the chair and stands before me.
“What about them?”
I reach for her, but she slaps my hand. Shit. I’m fucking this all up. Sweat gathers on my forehead because I’m scared as hell that this is going to be her breaking point. She’s going to hate me for what I’ve done.
“Three of the ten who regularly hired you had incriminating material on their computers. So I...”
I look up at her, and she takes a step back.
Fuck!
I silently plead with her not to run, but I can’t hold back this information from her.
“What did you do?”
Swallowing, I say, “I had them killed.”
“Noah?”
“No.”
Lance is the one who helped me, at least with the one man who was local. I sent him his information, but I didn’t tell him I needed the man dead because of Sage. I knew he’d tell Noah, and Noah would tell Sage. I was hoping she wouldn’t find out.
I should have known better. She’s too fucking smart.
As for the other two men who lived too far for my brother to kill, Lance arranged for their deaths through an encrypted, untraceable site he uses on the dark web to accept hit jobs.
Sage stares at me for the longest time. At least a minute before she nods and turns her back to me, walking to the center of the living room.
“Sage—”
“You invaded my privacy.”
“I know.”
“You could have talked to me about this, and I would have deactivated my account and removed the app from my phone.”
I stand and walk to her. She tilts her head up, nose high in defiance.
This woman has never, and will never, be intimidated by me. I think that’s one reason why I can’t stay away from her.
She doesn’t treat me like a monster.
I just told her I had three men killed, and she’s still here. Albeit she looks like she wants to kick my ass, but she’s here.
“I’m sorry.”
When I try to take hold of her, desperate to bring her into my arms, she once again steps away from me.
