Page 82 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)

Oliver’s already tapping his way through searching our servers. Our cameras. We watch Harper set off the alarm, and my hand on her shoulder tightens.

Her fingers find mine, and I loosen my grip just a fraction. This girl has wiggled herself straight into my soft spot. It’s gotten bigger with her nestled in there, and that makes me furious.

Because if someone hurts her…I’ll go dark. Decimate anyone who has anything to do with it.

And that’s dangerous.

She has no idea just how dangerous.

When I refocus on Oliver, he’s into the logs. Not the cameras.

Grant pulls Harper into a seat, and I am barely able to relinquish my control. But he crouches in front of her, much more firm instead of rigid as he extracts information from her the best way he can.

I find that I can’t let her full out of my grasp, standing behind her and rubbing my thumb across the back of her neck.

“Sunny noticed something that we all missed, and she followed the lead. She’s so good, but I couldn’t get back in when she didn’t reappear?—”

“I noticed the missing access card.”

“We narrowed it down to an office. She was just supposed to put a keystroke tracker on the computer. I set off the alarm so she could get in and out without anyone there to catch her. How did this happen?”

Which means whoever it was either knew it was a farce or had alarms set up in his office that made him backtrack.

In the investor wing, we don’t keep as close an eye on things. They all have their own endeavors, but they’ve all been vetted.

Our trust has let in corruption. I tap on my comms again, switching to the security channel. “Shut down the exits. No alarms. Eyes on stairwells and elevators. We’re looking for Sunny Rodriguez. Intern. Small, blonde?—”

“Practically sunshine as a person,” Harper says. And it’s an apt description. That girl’s a jack of all trades. Quick on the computer, overly friendly, hidden dark streak.

“She’s not answering.”

“Her battery has been taken out of her phone.” Oliver’s voice is quiet but not soft.

She’s too smart not to have a backup tracker somewhere on her. We just have to wait for her to turn it on. Sunny doesn’t look or act like the secret agent type, but I’ve seen her get sucked into her work, breaking through a problem like she belongs. A pencil between her teeth, hair falling from her bun, and three monitors running.

It’s no wonder Oliver chose her as an intern.

But it’s more that I overheard her and Harper talking during one of our late nights. We wouldn’t let her go home without us, and Sunny stayed to keep her company.

“You know, I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid of being useless.” They sat cross-legged, sharing dumplings out of a greasy takeout box. “I’d rather go doing something that matters than stay invisible doing nothing.”

And Harper just…looked at her like she’d swallowed her heart.

I know all too well how far Harper is willing to go to figure something out. Especially something she believes in.

“Show us,” Grant instructs her, nods to me, and we’re headed to the investor’s wing.

Shit.

These fucks.

I never liked people who can only think about how to get richer. We make plenty of money, the firm pays investors and employees well. We don’t need to hurt innocent people to get more.

There’s plenty of evil people out there that we can make money from as we destroy them.

I use my card to get us up to the top floor and get waved through the keylocked doors. They give us a few second glances,but they do their jobs without question. I’ll fill them in when it’s time.

Grant leads the sweep with a hand on Harper’s arm, talking to her as we step in each room, catalogue anything that looks out of place, and moving on to clear the floor.