Page 83 of Scorned Beauty
“I don’t really think they would bother. Maybe the van?” I raised both arms as Bianca enthusiastically waved the wand over me. “You’re enjoying this.”
She giggled and did between my legs.
“Dom said he already checked.” Sera was texting on her phone. “But could use another sweep.”
“Excuse me?” I retorted, only mildly irritated. Typical Dom.
Bianca was behind me when the device beeped.
My blood ran cold, and I grew lightheaded. I wasn’t really expecting it.
“It’s in your ass,” Bianca hissed.
I whipped around, glaring at her. “What?”
“Don’t be mad at me.” She twisted me to face away from her again. Sera walked over to where Bianca was checking me out and the device alerted again.
“It’s really in your ass.” Both girls tittered.
“It’s not funny.” I spun a one-eighty to glower at them while poking on my poor behind for the device. I felt it when I pressed down. “Shit. It’s really there.” Whoever inserted the tracker in me made sure I had the lowest chance of feeling around for it.
“I’m sorry.” Sera rolled her lips, fighting a smile, but failing. She was typing on her phone.
“Don’t tell Dom.”
“Too late.” Her eyes shot to mine. “The guys are coming over.”
Minutes later, Dom barged into the house. “You have a tracker on you?” He stalked toward me, and if I hadn’t held an arm out in warning, he would have grabbed my shoulders.
His arms fell to his sides, his face dejected and etched in frustration. “Sloane…”
“I do, and I don’t know why you’re here, because I don’t need you.”
Pain slashed through his features, and a pinch of guilt squeezed my heart. I steeled my spine. I only had to remember the night he cruelly turned me away. How cold his eyes had been when, for the first time in my life, I begged a person who had the power to shatter my heart to help me.
An awkward silence fell in the room. Dom and I were both panting. Him probably from exertion due to his mad dash from his beach house, and mine was probably more from my heart than my lungs.
He reeked of whiskey. He had shadows under his bloodshot eyes. And his facial hair was unkempt. A far cry from the polished boss I’d come to know.
It was guilt. He was simply feeling guilt.
“Dom, maybe you should go,” Bianca said.
“The fuck I am!” he growled at her.
“Watch how you talk to my wife.” Sandro inserted himself between me and Dom and effectively shielded Bianca, too.
“If Sloane doesn’t want to see you, respect that,” Sera said.
“We’re in a precarious truce with the Russians. I need to know who put the tracker in her,” Dom responded evenly.
“The woman who paid me.”
“What woman?” Dom yelled.
“Everyone calm down.” Bianca raised both arms in a placating gesture. “We’re thinking Grigori turned fed informant, and the woman is his handler,” she said.
“Highly unlikely,” Sandro answered. “If anything, we’re dealing with other organizations or dirty politicians or businessmen who have stakes in seeing Sloane disappear.”
