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"Don't worry about that," Dom ordered. "How long have you known—"
Elsa stood up. "I'm not going to talk to you, whoever you are."
"Sit the fuck down," Dom snarled.
Elsa looked at me. I sat down at my desk. This was Dom's show, and I had to let him run it. There was more at stake here than my apparently not-so-innocent wife's feelings.
"Duncan?" she called out.
I left my face blank, showing no emotion.
I watched as her heart crumbled…again. The devastation tore at me; but I didn't give her an inch. She didn't deserve it, not until she proved to me she wasn't working with her father or that asshole Arsenault.
She nodded and then looked away from me; her focus on Dom. "Ask your questions,monsieur."
Chapter 25
Elsa
Isat in Duncan’s office, the grand room suddenly feeling like a prison. My heart pounded as Dom—or whatever the hell his name was—spoke to me. I couldn’t believe he’d been so insulting and threatening right in front of my husband—the man who was supposed to protect me—without any consequences or even a second thought about his behavior. It was obvious that he had permission from Duncan to treat me like this—the man who was supposed to my champion.
The man who doesn't have any faith in you, Elsa.
Dom/Jett asked me a lot of questions, and finally, I understood what he was getting at.
"So, security doesn't check you before they let you enter Arsenault's house?" he asked again.
"No. I can bake a blade into the cake, and no one will be the wiser," I quipped.
"Elsa, you need to understand the import of this situation," Dom said, his voice harsh. "If you don't cooperate, we'll have no choice but to take you into custody."
I looked at Duncan, hoping for some sign of support, but his face was stony and unreadable. The man I loved, the father of my unborn child, was staring at me as if I was a stranger.
"Custody? You and which army?" I folded my arms, which was not easy to do with my pregnancy boobs and stomach.
Dom arched an eyebrow. He was a menacing man, I’d give him that, but I was raised by my Mamman with Papa as the specter I had to learn to deal with since childhood, so Mr. James Bond could go fuck himself.
"We need you to place a few bugs in Arsenault's—"
"Non."
"Excuse me?"
"Parlez-vous français?" I mocked. "Nonmeans no."
Dom leaned back in his chair and looked at me with narrowed eyes. "DGSE will be on your ass if you don't play ball with me, Elsa."
"DGSE has been on my ass for years and my mother's. We don't really let them...how do you saynous dérangerin English?"
Neither Duncan nor Dom said anything.
"Ah, I have it. We don't really let the DGSEbother us. You don't scare me, Mr. American Agent," I spoke slowly, not letting them see that I was scared. But I wasn't Solène Sainte-Croix's daughter for nothing.
"If you want us to believe you're not involved with Vincent, do as he asks you," Duncan suggested, speaking for the first time since Dom started his interrogation.
I felt the ground shift beneath me. "You want me to spy on Vincent? To use our friendship foryourgames? No, I can't do that."
Duncan's eyes narrowed. "Elsa, this is serious."
