“What is it?” Kiara’s voice startles me.
I’m hunched over my phone, the shockwaves of my revelations still running their course.
This is the motherload. Enough to get Finn off my case.
Enough to keep him from hounding Kiara too.
“I have one last question for you.” Typing fast, I pull up an image of a recently sold Libertas painting and hand the phone to Kiara. “Did you paint this?”
Kiara takes the phone from my hand.
Her face goes white as printer paper. She glances up at me, fear alight on her features.
Got her.
The buzz of deep satisfaction spreads through me.
Damn, I love to be right.
The blood rushes back to her face, and she lifts her hand like she wants to chuck my phone across the room.
All I can do is smile. There’s nothing she can do to kill my triumphant mood.
I’m on my feet, leaning over her on the bed.
“Get away from me, or I’ll—” Her hissed threat cuts off when I capture her wrist in my hand. Without warning, I pull her to my body.
I bite back a groan. Her sweet aroma envelops me, and damn, those curves. The feel of her tits pressing into my chest strikes a match that ignites my body. I can’t stop myself from grinding my pelvis into her belly.
She gasps, and her eyes pop open wide.
I bring my face closer to hers as the heat builds between us. “Know what’s gonna happen next, pretty painter?”
Her gaze falls to my mouth. “Wh-what?”
I lean in until my breaths ghost her lips and drag my knuckles down her cheek.
“You’re going to tell me everything you know, and maybe I’ll convince Finn not to kill you.”
Chapter 13
Rory
I’m not serious when I make the threat, but Kiara goes pale and drops my phone. “Know about what?”
I open my mouth to reassure her, then shut it again, ignoring the pang in my chest.
If she believes I’m serious, she’s more likely to confess, and any information she provides may help us keep our men alive. Besides, she’s less likely to face Finn and Shane’s wrath if she speaks up. If I get her to talk, she’ll be safer.
Another pang strikes my chest. I ignore that one, too, and release her wrist. “Let’s start with Leo. What’s his next plan of attack?”
She shakes her head. “I have no idea. Leo never shared any business information with me.”
“Nothing? You sure? Even the most insignificant piece of information could be useful.”
“I barely ever saw Leo, and he never talked to me about anything except…”
My internal radar pings. “He never talked to you about anything except what?” When she doesn’t answer, I start to rise. “Okay, I guess we’re doing this the hard way. I’ll go grab Finn, and then we’ll see if?—”
