Page 108 of Contempt

“A video,” Lucian murmured.

Wordlessly, the man turned the phone around to give Renzo a peek at what was on the screen. The video text had come through from an unknown number, but it didn’t take him too long to figure out who had probably sent it considering the video was of Johnathan and a hell of a lot of others walking into a warehouse.

“He was watching them?” Renzo asked more to himself than Lucian.

God.

That was cold.

It made him cold, and he wasn’t even the one in the fucking warehouse. Because that was just creepy as hell. Like Christian was watching his work go down with no problems, and maybe enjoying it.

Yeah, creepy.

Renzo finished watching the video through, and before it had even finished, a second text came through. A link. No words accompanied the text to explain what the link was or what it might lead them to, but he didn’t think for a second that it was … a mistake.

Christian wanted them to check that link.

He wanted them to click on it.

Lucian went to click on the link, but Renzo was quick to bat his hand away, almost knocking the phone to the ground in the process.

“What the fuck?” Lucian growled at him.

“I don’t know what that link does—is it a trigger, Lucian? You click it and something activates? I don’t know.”

That was the explosives specialist in Renzo talking. Sure, it’d been a hot minute since he had to fuck with a bomb, set one, or disengage one, but still … the second The League put him in front of a dismantled bomb and gave him access to explosives, that shit was always in the back of Renzo’s mind.

Something just clicked.

Bombs felt like his anger.

Dangerous.

Explosive.

Deadly.

It gave him control, and made his mind run. It engaged him like nothing else ever did when The League was training him. Some people could name every gun ever made in the world, but Renzo?

He could do bombs.

“Yeah, shit,” Lucian muttered.

Then, his phone started ringing.

The same number that had sent the texts.

Lucian passed Renzo a look.

That was a risk—it too could be a trigger. Pick up the call, and it activated something. A person could do anything with the right code to get it done. It was that simple.

“I should pick it up,” Lucian said.

“That’s a risk,” Renzo returned.

“It’s him, clearly.”

The phone kept ringing; Christian wasn’t giving up.