Rushing to Kingston, Stefan grabs the phone then slips out the door with a quiet click.
After we’re blanketed in silence, I ask, “What do you want me to do with him?” My gaze shoots to a barely conscious Dominic.
“Leave him here for now. We might need some more info before he pays for revealing Regina’s identity. And good work. I can see why Burlone used you for his muscle.”
I laugh. “See? I come in handy on occasion.”
“Apparently, you do. Now, let’s get out of here.”
Chapter Forty-One
Dex
The party is finally quieting down when we step back into the Romano estate. Only a few stragglers are left, but I can barely contain my annoyance as one of them approaches.
“Hey,” Bianca purrs.
“Party’s over. Go home.”
Hand gliding from my shoulder, then down to my ass, she gives it a firm squeeze. “Or it could just be starting.”
My fingers wrap around her delicate wrist, wrenching it away with controlled force before I growl, “Not gonna happen. Go home.”
“I can’t find my brother.”
“So? You didn’t drive with him, remember? I’m sure he’ll turn up.”
Her eyes narrow in suspicion, but she’s smart enough to keep her over-injected lips shut.
“Go,” I push, releasing my hold before I step around her.
I don’t bother to see if she listens or not. To be honest, as long as she leaves me the hell alone, I don’t care what she does.
My phone buzzes with a text as I saunter up the stairs to the second floor.
Stefan: Security room. Now.
Taking the steps two at a time, I round the corner then rap my busted-up knuckles against the security room’s door.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Get in here.”
Doing as I’m told, I twist the handle and enter the security room. Leo’s sitting behind a heavy metal desk, his fingers tapping against the keys in earnest while Stefan leans against the wall with his phone in his hand.
“Hey. We’re just waiting on Kingston,” Stefan explains before turning his attention back to whatever’s on his iPhone. Sucking my lower lip into my mouth, I observe the room I’ve never been privy to enter before tonight.
Apparently, Kingston wasn’t kidding about earning his trust.
The walls are painted a dark gray and are lined with monitors showcasing different parts of the house. My gut tightens when my attention falls on a screen that frames a view of the room Regina and I had sex in.
If Kingston sees that footage….
A creak sounds behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to see Kingston.
“Hey, Boss,” Leo greets him without bothering to look up from his computer screen.
“Hey. Any luck?”