his own reply to the conversation.
Nash:
Tatum just explained this conversation to me and frankly I'm disgusted.
Saint:
Did she tell you what the squid means?
Nash:
Everyone knows what that means.
Saint:
Tell. Me.
Nash:
*Squid emoji*
Kyan:
*Octopus emoji*
Saint:
Last warning or I'm closing this chat down.
I laughed, knocking my shoulder against Monroe’s and he turned and crushed his lips to mine, fisting his hand in my hair. "I'll never miss an opportunity to rile up Saint Memphis." He smirked and I grinned, glancing at the time and figuring we probably didn't have long enough for a quickie considering we'd gotten nowhere with the laptop so far. And we only had fifteen minutes before Saint would be back. Dammit.
Monroe clicked through folder after folder, finding nothing of interest. At five to ten, my stomach started to knot and I stood from my seat in exasperation. "We’d better leave it, Nash. There's nothing here."
"Just wait a second," he growled with urgency to his tone as he clicked on another folder marked MAF.
I glanced at the clock nervously as he clicked on the first file and he inhaled long and slow. "Well, look at that..."
"What is it?" I leaned down to see, my pulse hammering in my ears.
"It's a copy of Troy Memphis’s bank statement. And it looks like there's more of them." He clicked on another file then another. "Some of the transactions are highlighted." He pointed one out and I frowned at the large sums of money.
"Did Saint highlight these?" I questioned and Monroe shrugged. “What are they for?”
A key twisted in the front door lock and I nearly leapt out of my skin. Monroe dove to his feet, closing down the folder and shutting the laptop firmly before racing across the room to throw himself on the couch.
I walked purposefully towards the kitchenette, not looking back as Saint entered and hoping I looked casual as I opened the fridge and took out the water filter. As I shut the fridge, I glanced over at Saint, finding him standing by his laptop, staring down at it, his entire body rigid. Oh shit.
My heart thrashed against my ribcage as I poured myself a glass of water and tried not to freak the fuck out. Is he smelling our lasting scent near the damn thing like a freaking vampire??
I sipped my water and his eyes flicked to me, full of a dark and writhing suspicion. "Go home, Monroe," he commanded in a deadly calm voice and I swear my spine turned to a pillar of ice.
Monroe’s head popped up from the couch, yawning like he'd just been taking a nap and he looked pretty damn convincing to me. I just hoped Saint bought it. "Thought I might crash here tonight."
"The answer is no. Leave," Saint hissed and Monroe tossed me a look, clearly not wanting to leave me alone with him. But better he got out of here and wasn't accused of anything. Because if Saint figured out Monroe was targeting him, I didn't know what kind of terrifying hell he'd rain down on him.
"Goodnight, Nash," I said to Monroe, trying to keep my voice light and when Saint gave the laptop another hard look, I shot Monroe an expression that encouraged him to get out.
“I’ll sleep easier without a phantom breathing down my neck anyway.” Monroe gave Saint a pointed look before backing up to the door and making a pretend phone with his thumb and little finger, holding it to his ear as he implored me with his eyes to call him if I needed him. I gave him a small nod and he stepped out the door, the tension in the air humming against my ears as he left me with Saint. He said nothing, his muscles still tight and his teeth grinding.
"I think I'll take a shower," I said airily, taking a step forward, but before I could go anywhere, Saint grabbed the chair in front of his laptop, ripped it off the floor and threw it at the wall. It smashed into three pieces with a heart-shuddering crack and I recoiled in alarm as he bared his teeth at me.
"Do you think I'm a fucking fool?!" he bellowed and fear consumed me. I'd never seen Saint angry like this. There was a deep betrayal in his eyes as he pointed at me then to the laptop. "Do you want to explain to me why my laptop has moved an inch to the left of where I put it?"
I stepped closer to him, knowing it was a dangerous