Page 89 of Dangerous Attraction

Whilst Trix is getting ready, I walk downstairs and knock on Ghost's door, hoping he has some information for me on the asshole who hurt Trix.

Earlier, before I was distracted by whatever stupid game Slate was playing, I'd been speaking to Ghost, trying to find out who this Hudson guy is and where I could find him.

Ghost said it shouldn't take him long, but he also warned me it'd be hard to find him alone and in a position where I could easily grad a hold of him because of who he is, so it seems this might not be a solo mission like I had originally planned.

Luckily, I know exactly who will have my back in this situation and jump straight in to help me.

The door opens, and he huffs when he sees me, moving to the side so I can walk in.

"I'm not giving you any information this time, Reeve."

Rolling my eyes, I walk to his desk, dropping down onto his chair and spinning side to side on it.

"I need the information, though, if I'm going to recruit some of the boys to come with me."

Narrowing his eyes, he tuts, then motions for me to move out of his way.

Leaning over his desk, he clicks around on a few tabs before bringing up a file.

"Hudson Cooke," I muse, as I pull myself toward the screen. "He looks like a dick."

"Yeah, well, he is one," Ghost says, shaking his head as he brings up another tab. "I hacked into his phone and computer."

He scrolls through a bunch of photos and videos, too quickly for me to see what they are. After a few moments, he stops, mouse hovering over the small square image half-filled by the same cherry-red hair I've started to love.

I gulp, eyes darting away from the screen and to Ghost's face.

"Is that—"

He nods, minimizing the tab he'd opened.

"I didn't watch more than three seconds of it," he states. "I was going through each one of his photos and videos, seeing who he's friends with and what places he frequents, when I came across that. As soon as I realized it was Trix, I shut it off and stopped going through his camera roll."

Clenching my fists, I nod.

"Where can I find him?" I ask, voice tight.

Ghost's eyes run over me, then he sighs.

"He tends to go to the gym every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday night by himself. There's nothing you can do about him tonight, and you leave for Vegas on Friday, so you can't do anything over the weekend either."

"So I need to get the guys together and come up with a plan in the morning so we can go get him tomorrow night, then."

He nods.

"Send me the location of the gym, and the details of his car. I'll sort the rest out."

Walking out, I pull my phone from my pocket and start typing a message to Milo when I bump into Mouse in the hallway.

Apologizing, I step around him, looking back down at my phone, then pause again.

"Hey, Mouse?"

He glances at me over his shoulder.

"Busy tomorrow night?"

He shakes his head.