Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 154925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Luckily his Mae mostly wanted storage for her board games and graphic novels, and a comfy seat in which to slaughter her enemies in virtual worlds. He had heard her talking about a virtual reality setup. That might set them back a couple grand.
“I think I’m going to tell my uncle I want to move upstairs.”
Drake looked up from the laptop in front of him, a brow rising over his eyes. “First, way to evade. Second, that tells me everything I need to know. You’re not coming back, and you’re worried you don’t make enough money for Mae. Don’t ever tell her that. She’ll do something mean to you.”
“She’s not mean,” he replied. “And the money’s more about making sure she’s comfortable. Are they here yet?”
He was feeling pretty relaxed with the exception of this op. Something about it felt off to him. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he was sure it had something to do with the woman named Jane.
Nolan Byrne—the man they were investigating—had requested an evening at The Reef for him and his girlfriend. Jane Adams was a consultant who regularly worked for some of the biggest corporations in the world. According to MaeBe, the woman spent almost all her time working. Maddie said her interest in BDSM came from taking back her power after a bad relationship.
The whole thing felt wrong to Kyle.
Drake glanced back down at the monitor he’d been watching. “No, but they still have a couple of minutes. Are you going to tell me what happened or not? Because something changed between you and MaeBe.”
Drake was one of his closest friends, but he wanted to keep this to himself for a little while. “We’re going to stay here in LA after the op. We’re taking a week off and when we get back—if everything goes okay—I’m going to move in with her.”
A smile broke out over Drake’s face. “That’s awesome, man. I’m happy for you.” He sobered. “Have you thought about using the cash?”
The thought of the cash made his gut turn. It was still sitting there in its offshore account, Julia’s blood money. “I haven’t talked to Mae about Julia. I’m not about to buy us a new place with the money she made from treason. We’ll be okay. Besides, I thought you might need it. I’ll take that story anytime you’re willing to tell it, by the way.”
Drake had plenty of money, but untraceable cash would be helpful if he was going to do something he didn’t want the Agency to know about.
“I’ll tell you someday, but for now it’s best you don’t know,” Drake replied, his eyes on the screen. “I want you to have plausible deniability if I actually go through with the op. I’d like to figure out if Jane Adams is a Consortium agent first. If we can catch her, we can question her. Then we’ll have some information and if I have to disappear, at least I left something behind to help us find them. They’re here. Unless someone else in this club drives a Bugatti. I don’t think Kay’s husband does.”
And that was all he was going to get about whatever mysterious job Drake needed to do. Unless the guy got in trouble, and then Kyle might need the money to get himself out of jail because if Drake called him he would go no matter what the op was.
Kyle moved in behind him and saw the ridiculously expensive car glide into the parking garage that served the club. “Switch to the camera on the valet stand.”
Drake hit a couple of keys and the camera view switched. The sleek blue and black sports car came to a stop at the valet stand.
His uncle didn’t have a valet stand. His uncle would tell anyone who wouldn’t park their own car to bite him and go to Julian’s.
There was a difference between the old-money crowd and his uncle’s working-class wealthy set.
He was going to have to work out a schedule with his stepdad because MaeBe loved Sanctum. He might suggest an old dudes night so he never had to see his relatives in leathers. Old dudes could have, say, Thursdays, and Fridays could be for the younger set so David and Tessa could play there, too.
Damn. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen his brother in a set of leathers, but he’d been lucky enough to never be at The Club when he was playing. How did Ian and Sean manage it? He didn’t want to listen to David and Tessa do it much less actually see it. He and Hamilton hunkered down when those sounds started up.
What would happen when his younger siblings got curious?
The whole club situation was starting to make him seriously nervous.
There were only two clubs. He had visions of running into family members in all states of undress.