Page 149 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

I flicked to the bedroom. No data.

Sweat prickled the back of my neck. I checked that I had the proper channels cued up.

The time stamp didn’t match the small recordings from downstairs.

I rewound and lifted the volume.

“I’m not afraid of us, Alex. I’m not afraid of the demons you carry. And if you let me, you won’t have to carry them alone anymore.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do.”

Jesus. He didn’t deserve any of that. None of it.

I pushed the sliders all the way up on my board. Silence.

I snarled at the screen. Incremental ambient noises.

Not enough.

“Fuck.” When I stood, my chair wheeled away.

I clicked through all the rooms on my three screens.

There. A small spike. I zeroed in and heard the metallic latch in his bedroom.

I kicked my studio chair and bent over the keys, fast forwarding and rewinding. Their voices faded.

I lifted one of my screens and hurled it against the soundproofed wall. Cords snapped and everything went black across my monitors.

There was only one place I didn’t have microphones.

Only one place that was off limits to everyone.

Even me.

Loyalty and blood didn’t matter when it came to that one space.

And he brought that whore there.

The rooftop.

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Boneless.

I rolled onto my stomach with a sigh. My entire body felt like melted caramel. Such a difference from the last few weeks. I’d pushed too hard, demanded too much of myself.

Now I felt like I was living on a cloud.

I didn’t ever want to leave this bed.

This hotel had magical properties.

No.

I drew in a breath as pleasure dented the dream. Warm and wet and soft. Languid waves turned into tingles and tripped out of my lips on a sigh.

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