Page 46 of Unraveling an Enigma
He runs his hand down the front of his face before his gaze returns to mine. “Does Isaac think it’s Col following you?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know, but he doesn’t want to take any chances.”
Brandon nods. Although his eyes still show his apprehension, an uneasy smile forms on his face, quelling my uncertainty. He runs his sweat-slicked hands down the trousers of his pants. Despite it being a crisp winter morning, the air surrounding us has become stifling.
Brandon’s eyes dart to Hugo for a few seconds before they shift back to me. “Do you trust him?”
My eyes snap to Hugo. Even though he was deceitful to me this week, my intuition is telling me I can trust him. I drift my eyes back to Brandon before nodding.
“Alright. I’ll trust your instincts,” Brandon murmurs. A small smile flashes across my face. “We are already halfway there, so we may as well continue on our journey.”
Brandon takes a step closer to me and offers the crook of his elbow. “Let’s go find out where every guy's worst nightmare grew up.”
My smile etches into a broad grin.
Isaac
“Boss.”
“Where is she?” I ask.
“Talking to Blondie outside of the car,” Hugo responds.
My jaw clenches as my top lip sets into a straight line. “Do you know where they're going?”
“No, not yet, but I’ll soon find out. I just confiscated Blondie’s car for my own personal use. You’ll have to send Roger to pick up the Audi,” Hugo says with a chuckle. “You know you could probably ask Izzy where she is going. I’m sure she would tell you.”
Snubbing Hugo’s relationship advice, I sternly request, “Watch her, Hugo.”
“She won’t leave my sight.” His tone relays the truth in his statement, and it eases the uncertainty weighing down my chest.
“Hey, Boss.”
“Yes,” I reply, my tone short.
“What I said to you that night is true. If you don’t hurry up and pull your head out of your ass, someone will swoop in under your fucking nose and steal her,” Hugo snickers.
“Over my dead body.”
Not giving Hugo a chance to reply, I disconnect the call, but not before his loud chuckle screeches down the line.
It takes all my strength not to throw my cell phone onto the blue-carpeted floor beneath my feet. Blood courses through my body at a rapid pace just knowing Isabelle is associating with a man whose eyes light up like a Christmas tree every time she is near, but with Isabelle leaving town, I get a small amount of reprieve, as it will bide my security team some time to work out who has been tailing her for the past week.
I’m fairly confident it isn’t Col following Isabelle, as he rarely takes hisbusinessoutside of the family, but my trepidation that it may be someone even more dangerous to Isabelle has my concerns immensely piqued. The only respite I have is that I can trust Hugo when he confirms he won’t let Isabelle out of his sight. Hugo is my most loyal employee, and he is the only person I trust to look after Isabelle when I can’t.
Under my lawyer’s advice, I have kept my distance from Isabelle the past week. They strongly suggested I keep my relationship with Isabelle a secret until Theresa’s investigation is found unwarranted. By not associating with Isabelle, the risk of me unwillingly implicating her in their investigation is significantly reduced.
After housing my untraceable phone back into my suit’s top pocket, I pace into Isabelle’s apartment. My cock twitches when I catch the tiniest whiff of her beautiful scent infused in the air. Hunter acknowledges my presence with a simple nod of his head. He lifts his index finger to his mouth, requesting for me to remain quiet. Obviously, his scan of Isabelle’s apartment has unearthed something. He puts the all-in-one frequency scanner on the dining table before dragging a wooden chair to a hanging pot.
His lips purse when he digs his hand into the pot. Scatterings of dirt flow over the rim of the pot, landing on the marble floor below. The muscle in my jaw spasms when he pulls out a small black device from beneath the rubble. Soundlessly, he gestures his head to a glass of water on Isabelle’s table. I stride over to gather the glass and hand it to him.
Hunter drops the bug into the glass. “Give it two minutes, then take it out and stomp on it.”
“It will be my fucking pleasure,” I respond, more to myself than Hunter. “Was there only the one device?”
Hunter remains quiet as he climbs down from the chair and strolls into the compact kitchen. The marble countertop is covered with the equipment he utilizes when he does searches for bugs or listening devices.
“Yeah, but there was also a hidden camera,” he replies, his voice apprehensive.
