Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Send her my way,” I yell. I look at Alana.
She shrugs. “I may have texted Ella that we’d be here.”
Ella soon fills the doorway. Well, it’s more accurate to say that Ella soon stands in the doorway. At five feet tall and probably one hundred and five pounds soaking wet, she looks more like Tinkerbell than the dangerous computer hacker we both know her to be.
“Alana,” she cries out and rushes forward, almost tackling Alana into the sofa. “It’s been forever.” After hugging Alana, Ella turns to me. “I just saw you a couple days ago, but I miss the three of us being together.”
“As do I,” I say. Before Alana and Thorn had gotten together, we’d meet often, late at night in a secret basement room of Alana’s apartment building to work on charitable programs. “I miss our late nights,” I add. How much ice cream had we eaten during those nights, anyway?
Alana’s face falls. “I do, too, but I no longer need to sneak money from my trust fund in order to pay for all of these charities. Thorn is more than happy to do so.” Even though it’s a kindness, she looks forlorn.
“We’ll figure out something the three of us can do.” Ella plops herself on the seat facing us. “I’m not sure what, though.” She glances at me. “You need any help? Rumor has it you got the Sokolov heir out of prison. You want me to put him back in?”
“Maybe,” I say, thinking of that morning and how he forced an orgasm on me. Yeah. That’s what had happened. “First, I need to figure out who set him up, and then we’ll see.”
She leans forward. “Are you serious?” Her blue eyes sparkle.
“No,” I grumble. “I’d never put an innocent person in prison.”
“All right, what’s going on?” Ella studies me.
Alana chuckles. “For a lawyer, you really don’t have a very good poker face.”
“Fine.” I relent and tell them about the events of the morning. Alana’s mouth gapes open while Ella’s shuts tight, making her lips almost white.
“We should kill him,” she finally says.
Alana snorts. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen Rosalie look this relaxed.”
I punch her in the arm, not too lightly.
“Ow,” Alana says. “See what I’m saying?”
Ella frowns. “Is he charging the crystals at Hologrid Hub?”
“No,” Alana and I both say in unison.
“He’s not,” I add quickly.
Alana shakes her head. “Please do not create another virus. You nearly killed Thorn.”
Ella doesn’t look the slightest bit abashed about the situation. “I didn’t know you were going to fall in love with him,” she protests. “If I had, I wouldn’t have tried to kill the guy.” She shifts her gaze to me. “I can, however, take out Alexei once he starts charging the Hologrid Hub crystals if you like. I mean, if he starts charging their amethysts.”
“I will absolutely keep that in mind.” I mean it. Ella discovered how to poison a crystal so it would then poison the person charging it and had nearly killed Thorn. Of course, we all considered him an enemy at that point.
Alana clears her throat. “I really can have Alexei taken care of if you want.”
I cut my eyes at her. “I do not want Thorn killing Alexei. At least not tonight. I have a job to do, and this will get me that office on the top floor. Plus, I do believe the man was set up.” I took an oath with my law license to right wrongs.
Today, Ella is dressed in a cute green dress with light silver pumps. She crosses her legs. “I like your outfit, but the jacket sleeves are a little too long.”
“I haven’t had a chance to trim them,” I say easily.
Alana shifts her weight. “Do you need a loan?”
“No, but thank you,” I say. Alana has always been generous with her money, and I’ve worked overtime to keep from taking advantage from her. Now the money would actually come from Thorn, and I don’t want to owe him a thing. I assume the head of the Irish mob has no problem calling in dangerous and possibly illegal favors. Ella hasn’t had a lot of money, either. Her stepmother paid for her boarding school and college, and her trust fund allotted her a set amount each year until her stepmother decided to end the trust.
As if following my train of thought, Ella sighs. “If I had any extra, I’d give it. In fact, it’s time for us to sue for my trust fund.”
I nod, already having had drafted the documents a year ago. But why now? “Do you think you’re in danger?”
Ella shrugs. “I don’t know. If anybody makes a move on me, it will be too obvious who. Yet sometimes I wonder, you know? She’ll come for me someday, or maybe I’ll go for her.”