Page 71 of The Billionaire's Secret
"I am telling you now," I grunt.
"And?" Damian asks, "What did it contain?"
I step through the ropes, snatch up my phone, then straighten.
The guys crowd around and I play the video I'd downloaded from the USB.
Arpad swears, "That's the first evidence we have of that bastard."
"Considering we were blindfolded all through the incident—" Weston's voice tails off.
"Fucking, fuck." Damian growls.
I stare at the back of the man—the one whose voice has haunted my nightmares for so long. My pulse rate ratchets up.
"This is... significant." Weston drums his fingers on his chest. "It could help us make real headway in tracking down those bastards."
"Which is why I engaged a private detective to run with it." I widen my stance.
"The same one who's checking up on Victoria?" Weston straightens.
"About that...." I roll my shoulders. "There’s a connection between her and the Mafia."
"No." Arpad frowns.
"Yep," A headache drums at my temples. "She was sent with Rhodes for the explicit purpose getting close to us."
"And…?" Weston growls.
"And," I glance around the men, "that’s all I know so far.”
Sinclair swears. Damian lowers his chin.
Weston and Arpad watch me with varying expressions of incredulity.
"Clearly, you need a better investigator," Arpad growls.
"You happen to know her, by the way." I tilt my head.
Arpad stiffens, "Is it...? It can't be..."
"Karina," I nod. "Weston recommended her, and she's a trusted friend of Jace's."
He swears under his breath, "A bloody nuisance is what she is."
I lower my chin, "She's trustworthy. That's what matters."
"You’re evading the issue at hand again." Weston moves toward me. "If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re worried that you are in over your head."
I toss my phone at Sinner who snatches it up from the air.
I turn to Weston, "Pick up the gloves if you dare, Doc." I beckon at him. "Happy to go another round."
"You know I don't fight with my hands," Weston frowns. "I need to protect them."
"Maybe you're afraid I'd beat you?" I step back into the ring.
"I'm a surgeon, man." He blinks. "It's not a bloody excuse. And I can whip your arse with my hands tied behind my back."
