Treachery

Which explains why Taylor was never able to get past the firewalls. Sadly, this information won’t deter him. If anything, he’ll be excited.

The asshole gets a hard-on for that kind of shit, and Luca’s father was one of Taylor’s idols.

I wouldn’t be surprised to find a poster of the man hanging somewhere in Taylor’s bedroom. Or a shrine built to honor the only other computer genius in this world that was smarter.

She shrugs. “I’m not sure the servers will help if nobody can see what’s on them.”

“I’m sure Taylor can figure it out.” My stare drops to her chest before slowly crawling back up to find her glaring at me.

“That’s not for you anymore.”

I smirk. “But what if it is?”

The muscle above her eye tics, and I smile to realize how much I’ve missed seeing it. Luca has so many tells, and that one means I’m getting to her.

“It’s not. It never will be. I’d rather rub my breasts against a cheese grater than ever let you touch them again. Does that make it clear enough for you?”

Cocking a brow, I ask, “Do I get to watch, at least? You rubbing against stuff sounds entertaining.”

Her lips quirk.

“Sure you can,” she says, the sweetness of her Southern accent softening the edges of each word. “Why don’t you give Sawyer a call, and I’ll rub my body all over him while you watch.”

Violence rages through me. My hands fisting the sides of the counter so hard the edges cut into my skin.

Sawyer needs to die. I like the guy. He’s a brother, which sucks. But just the thought of her touching him drives me to a point where I’ll tear the world down around him just for the fun of it.

“Back to the servers,” I growl, my voice rough as brick. She smiles at the sound of it.

“Taylor should be able to break the encryption. And once he does that, we can go through the files to see what our fathers may be after.”

Confused, her brows pull together. “You really don’t know?”

“Not a clue.”

I hate to admit that, but there’s nothing else I can say. This process will take time.

Pushing away from the counter, I grab the knife again and finish cutting up the vegetables.

“We can fly out to Georgia to get the servers this weekend. Gabriel has a thing he needs to deal with Friday night, so the three of us can leave on Saturday. We’ll take his private plane.”

“How do you know where the servers are?”

Probably because I blackmailed Clayton to get that information. I don’t tell her that, though. It’s best not to bring the topic up. Not when she’s finally talking to me again without threats of what body parts she plans to remove from my body.

“I just figured that would be the case considering that’s where your father’s business was.”

After seasoning the steaks, I toss them on the grill top of the stove and dump the veggies into a pan to stick in the oven. Luca sits quietly behind me while I work, most likely plotting her next move to drive me crazy.

I’m fine with that. Completely happy with it, actually.

But then I hear the door open behind us, three male voices loud as they walk in. I plan the silent murders of Sawyer, Jase and Shane for coming over without being invited.

“Oh shit. It looks like we showed up right on time. Ta

If Sawyer dares to lay a finger on this food, I’ll stab him with my fork.

“Get out,” I growl, turning to see all three of the guys gri

Luca turns to look at them as well, a wide smile stretching her lips. “Thanks for coming, guys. I’m really glad you made it.”

The fuck?

Jase taps his knuckles with Luca’s and turns to stroll into the dining room. Sawyer attempts to hug her, but backs up with a grin when I growl at him. And fucking Shane completes that hug with her without giving a damn I’m about to charge after him.

When they disappear through the door, Luca gets up to follow them.

“What the fuck is going on?”

She glances back at me, pure i

Is she kidding me?

“How’d you get their numbers?”

Luca’s eyes flutter like she’s shocked I’m so pissed off.

“I called Ava, and she called Mason, and Mason called the rest of the guys. More should be arriving soon.”

Pausing, she tilts her head. “Is this a problem?”

“Yes, it’s a fucking problem.”

The little brat stole my friends. Made herself comfy with them. Ruined my plans of having her all to myself by filling my house with people.

A devious grin stretches her lips. “That’s too bad, but you shouldn’t be upset about it.”

“Why the fuck not?”

Her laughter rubs my last nerve, chases fire down my muscles, makes my cock twitch with the need to bend her over any available counter and fuck the shit out of her.

“Because you weren’t getting any ass tonight anyway, Ta

With that, she struts off like she just won this war.

Okay, I think, my tongue ru

That’s fine.

Let her believe that.

It’s too bad for her I haven’t started the first battle yet.

But now that she’s drawn the line, I plan on stepping right the fuck over it.