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If it is true, and Alek has done the unthinkable in order to acquire this software and run it uncontested, then it will just drive me further to find out the truth and shut him down once and for all.

I was doing it for myself before, but I know that’s not how I feel anymore. I’m going to do it for Dimitri, and I’m going to do it for his father’s legacy.

I dive into the text, whether I’m being handled and hassled by agents or not.

The type stops, and I write out a reply to underneath and then wait for their response.

Who is this?I ask, my fingers trembling over the keys.

I am someone who is tired of their boss getting away with everything.

My lips pull to one side in confusion. That could be anyone at work!

Taking a leap of faith, I type back,my name is Izzy Bellerose. I’m working with the FBI to take him down, but they need proof of your claim. Just tell me this, please. Who are you?

There’s no response for a long minute, and that’s when Mccoy comes back, agents on hand, and they all look pissed that I’ve again gone against their orders. He flicks a wrist and tells them something, the next minute involving me being kicked to the floor with my hands cuffed behind me. They’re tighter now than before, and I know this is a much more real arrest than the show he put on this morning.

“I can’t have you running roughshod on my investigation!” Mccoy screams as they yank me to a flimsy stand. He looks over the screen once, his eyes narrowing as he finds me before him once more. I expect him to tell them to throw me in a cell somewhere, but he doesn’t. Instead, he crosses his arms casually and asks, “Who the hell is Gwen?”

CHAPTER20

Izzy

I’m escorted to a small little cell in the corner of the compound, but it’s not that bad. They took the cuffs off of me, thankfully, but they have yet to do the same to Dimitri. His hands are still bound behind his back as he sits on the floor of his cell, his eyes darkened past recognition. He stares at the floor, a hate in his aura that was never there before.

They undo the bar door between us, and I give the agent escorting me a cold look.

“Can’t you take those off? It’s not necessary.”

He hesitates, Dimitri still wildly out of breath like he destroyed a small city or something. The agent finally gives in, undoing his cuffs and locking us in this little cell together. I’m happy for the moment we get to have alone, the two of us curled on the floor next to one another while the agents walk out of the space shortly after.

The silence is deafening.

“Are you alright?” I ask, my voice a bit raw since we last spoke.

He gives me a flicker of a look that I can read all too well. “No, not at all. My arch-enemy murdered my father. How could I ever be okay again?”

I swallow hard, my heart in the base of my throat now. “Yeah, I guess I should have assumed that.”

His eyes soften as he looks sideways, his hand taking the leap from his lap to mine. I instantly lean into his side, the sensation so damn natural that I can’t help it. He falls right in line as well, kissing my temple tenderly while he snakes his arm around my hips.

“I’m glad you’re here. I’m sorry I got upset with you,” he whispers.

I shake my head, my hands curled into fists in his tee shirt. “It’s not your fault, Dimitri. You were upset, and I wasn’t sure what else to do, so I hid it from you. I didn’t want you to be hurt but I know that’s not really my place.”

“It is your place,” he gusts simply, without a second thought. “This is your place; beside me, always.”

I perk up with a spread of warmth rushing through me. “Really?”

He nods solemnly, pulling me in so tight that I nearly gasp alive at the feeling of his tight, strong arm around me. His eyes steady on mine, and his lips purse a little bit, either on impulse or on the idea of kissing me. I’d be lying if I said I’m not thinking the same thing.

I want him so deeply that it hurts, and I think he knows that.

I want him to knoweverything, though.

“Hey, stop that,” he says softly.

My brows pinch. “Stop what?”

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