Who needs that many showerheads? How does someone even use them all at the same time?
Unless… he’s hosting orgies.
I cringe. I know some people are into that, and no judgement, but I am not one of those people. I pray I’m not catching anything from standing in here.
I quickly walk out.
By the time I make my way back to the bedroom, exhaustion hits me.
On top of not getting my coffee, I also missed my nap.
Oh, and being kidnapped is rather taxing.
After a little debate as to whether I should trust the possible orgy bed, my exhaustion overwhelms me.
I lay on top of the pristine covers, not wanting to contaminate the sheets with my dirty alley clothes.
Even though I hate Matty, I have to admit…
He has great taste.
Chapter 9
Matthias
I call Sebastian, hoping to catch him before Dom fills him in on my little mishap.
“Hey man, I need a favor.” I keep my voice light and casual. Like I’m not hiding a kidnapped woman in my bedroom.
Bash has always had a sharp moral compass, or at least as much as you can in our profession. I thought I did too, but one look at her and, well… While Roman would probably find the situation hilarious, Bash?
Bash might tell Mom.
And I do not needthatproblem right now.
Since I only have Margot’s first name and address, there’s not much I can dig up on my own. I need Bash’s skills.
“Yeah, what’s up?” He sounds upbeat.
“How much information can you get me on someone if I only give you a first name and home address?”
Bash scoffs. “Don’t insult me. Who’s the target?”
“Margot. 6215 Goodwood Ave.”
“On it. Who is she? Is she involved with something? Does Dom know?”
“Don’t tell Dom!” The words come out too fast.
Bash goes silent for a second. “Matthias, what’s going on? Is this a woman you’re seeing?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just get me the information.”
There’s a knock on my door.
“Come in.”
In walks Ryan, the guard stationed outside Margot’s door.
