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“That was Tripp. Something happened, and I need to go check in with him. That’s the part about me being the enforcer that you’ll have to get used to.”
“So, if we had been having sex, would you have answered the phone?”
He grinned at me. “Probably not, but then someone would have come pounding on my door because it’s an actual emergency.”
“I see.”
“Get some sleep, Nova. I’ll be back as soon we figure out what the hell is going on now.”
“Okay. See you…” He was already out the door before I could finish. “Later.”
~*~
A couple hours later, Breakneck came back into the room and gently woke me up. He was seated beside me on the bed and the worried look in his eyes, the one that said I wasn’t going to like what he had to tell me, made my pulse spike and my stomach knot up.
“What happened?”
“A video was delivered to Tripp.”
“A video of me?” I asked, already knowing that was the only reason he would tell me about it.
“A video of you and me together.” My brows pulled down and I thought about the fact that he and I had never been together inside of Dave’s house.
“That’s impossible, unless it was video of us in the gazebo. Was that it? If so, we didn’t do anything there that’s worrisome.”
“No, sweetness. It was from our shower earlier.”
“Our shower?” I thought back. It had only been a couple hours ago, but he’d left not twenty minutes after we got out and…
“Our shower?” That time my question came out in a screechy shrieking noise that hurt my own ears.
“Yeah, don’t know how those bastards got access to plant cameras in there, but we’ll fucking find out and destroy anyone involved.”
I felt sick. The bathroom was only steps away but going in there again wasn’t an option. I noticed the trashcan by the dresser and headed there to empty out the contents of my stomach. When I finished I glared at him and over to the door where Tripp and his son stood watching. That explained why Breakneck followed behind me with the blanket.
“Give us a minute, so Nova can get dressed, yeah?” Breakneck called out to them. They both moved back out of the room and shut the door, but I had zero doubt they hadn’t gone far. I stood on shaky legs as Breakneck pulled a shirt from his drawer and threw it over my head. Then he grabbed my still-packed backpack and started digging through it until he found panties and a pair of jogging pants for me to throw on.
Once I was completely covered, Breakneck left me alone long enough to go open the door again and then he was right back by my side. He leaned in and whispered into my ear. “We’re going to the room where we hold church, so that we can talk without fear of having any cameras picking it up.”
I got ready to ask how he was sure there were none in there, but he put his finger over my lips and shook his head as we followed Tripp and Kip out of the room and down the hall. I didn’t bother looking around as we passed through the common area. It was far too quiet, which just made me nervous. My skin crawled with the thought that someone had watched that humiliating scene in the shower earlier. Then they sent a video of it to Tripp. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.
“I thought you said I was safe here,” I blurted out the minute we were behind the closed door of the room they used for church. The room itself was fairly ordinary, if overlarge, with what amounted to a giant dining table in the middle and chairs all the way around it.
“You are safe here. We’re going to get to the bottom of this and find out who the hell could have planted cameras,” Kip explained.
Tripp was the first to offer up a theory that was quickly dismissed. “The prospect we got rid of when the first image showed up had access when he was here.”
Breakneck shook his head, but it was Kip who spoke up again. “There’s no way he planted cameras before he left and they’re only just now using the footage. I’m not buying that. Besides, Nova had been staying at my house then and using my room when she was in the clubhouse with Knox.”
“If they were going to do that, pretty sure they would have used something from last night,” Breakneck agreed.
“That’s assuming that there are cameras in your room, too,” Tripp said. Shit. That would be awful because it would mean that the bastards who were paying Creepy Dave to get video of me and all those other girls in the shower, had just seen me throw up in a trashcan, while I was naked and Breakneck was trying to cover me up with a blanket. I groaned and laid my head down on the desk to hide my face and the complete mortification that must have shown there.
“We had guests in last night,” Breakneck suggested.
“No. Minch and Zealot were both here with their old ladies and never left the top floor,” Tripp explained.
“You’re forgetting the most obvious person,” I suggested.
