Page 42 of A Love So Wrong

Chapter 11

Putting a fist underneath one chin, the man leaned further onto the armrest in the back of the SUV. It was four in the morning, and his driver was taking him down the Las Vegas strip. The sidewalks were free and clear from their usual moronic tourists, and the streets were quiet. Lights of the surrounding hotels glittered for no one, billboards strobed for the darkness and him alone as they passed. But the man paid no attention to any of it, his gaze was locked on his phone and the odd image glaring back at him in the dark car.

There were two kids in his bed. At first, from their position, he had thought they were fucking, but as he stared, he realized they were asleep. Rewinding, he watched and listened as they spoke, and something happened. Something he hadn't felt since the last time he meddled in a man's relationship—pure, undeniable intrigue.

Looking up to his driver, the man waited until Dominic no doubt felt the pressure of his gaze. Like a knife slicing in the dark, Dominic's gaze cut to his in the rearview mirror, calm and emotionless as usual.

The man knew he had been listening to the video and didn't have to explain himself further. "Find them and bring them here."

Dominic nodded. "Yes, Mr. Zaretsky."