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Stuffing the panties in my pocket, I walk over to her bed and settle on top of it.

Grabbing one of her pillows, I inhale the scent that still lingers. Jasmine, maybe? If I could, I’d drown in it. In her.

But I can’t stay here forever.

Blowing a breath, I get to my feet, returning the pillow where it was before running my hand over the comforter so it’s as neat as it was when I came here.

When I return to the vanity, I grab the perfume bottle, promising myself I’ll replace it. I can’t leave without it. I need something that smells like her. I need something to hold on to.

I don’t care if she realizes I was here. That I took something of hers. Let her know I’ll never let her go, no matter how sick and depraved that makes me.

Removing a small listening device, I set it up with my phone. But when I try to get it to work, I realize it’s useless. Konstantin must have a block installed around her perimeter.

Damn it. This will make spying on her a little complicated. At least I’ll still be able to track her cell activity thanks to Grant.

I stuff the device back in my pocket, ready to leave, but footsteps on the other side of the door stop me.

Shit!

I slip into the walk-in closet, shutting the door softly behind me. Heavy footfalls stop right outside her room before the door opens and someone walks inside. With my hand on the Glock at my waistband, I ready for a fight if it comes to it.

“Net!” a voice calls. It’s the chef—the one I almost killed. “I’m not doing it. Stop calling, okay? I need to go.”

What the hell is that about?

I stay quiet, listening as his footsteps fade away and the door shuts behind him.

Once I’m sure he’s gone, I slip out, heading back down the stairs. I nearly bump into a cleaning lady, but she just nods and keeps moving, oblivious to my presence.

I can’t believe how easy this is. I’d love to rub it in Konstantin’s face, but I can’t let him find out what I’m doing.

Leaving the way I came, I return to my car parked down the block. Once I’m back at my own place, I set up the app on my phone, finding her browser open. No texts yet. But I’ll be ready. When she starts sending them, I’ll have it all.

There won’t be a single thing she does without me knowing about it. I’ll make sure of that.

CHAPTER21

CILLIAN

Standing outside the restaurant,knowing Elias is still inside, I wait for him to exit so we can have a nice chat. Shouldn’t take too long to scare the shit out of him into giving the permits to the Russians. Helping them is the last thing I want to do, but doubling our order like Konstantin said he would isn’t a bad deal in exchange for setting some idiot straight.

When he gets out, heading toward the parking lot, I’m instantly behind him.

“Elias.”

He gasps, turning my way, a nervous grin on his face. “Cillian, hey. Shit, you scared me. What…uh…are you doing here?”

“We need to talk. Now.”

“Can it wait? I have to get home.” He laughs. “You know how the wife is if I’m late.”

“No, it can’t. We have business to discuss.”

He fixes his red tie. “Do you want to go back to the restaurant so we can?—”

“My car. Let’s go.” I shove at his back without drawing attention. When we make it to my vehicle, I open the passenger side. “Get in.”

As soon as he’s settled, I round toward the driver’s side and slide in, locking the doors.