Rock Chick Renegade(97)

“Then you’ll probably not be happy to learn that your house is bugged. The living room and kitchen have cameras as do the front and back entrances.”

My mouth dropped open. “You’re joking,” I whispered.

“I put them in myself the first night I broke in. The only reason the windows don’t have them is because you have protective bars.”

Oh my God.

I was going to have to learn not to sleep so heavily. I didn’t know how to manage that but I’d have to try. I could not believe he wired my house while I was asleep.

God, he was f**king good.

I shrugged off my admiration and pulled back my anger. “You’re watching me?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“The Team’s watching you in the surveillance room at the office.”

Oh my God.

My mind flashed to the Sacred Girlfriend Ritual, complete with margaritas and makeup and discussion of popping cherries. Mace had been in the surveillance room last night. He’d picked up my call when Vance had gone after Sal. He’d probably watched and listened to the whole thing.

No doubt about it, I was moving to Nicaragua.

“God dammit,” I muttered under my breath and, embarrassment overwhelming me, I sagged against the wall.

Then my mind flashed to Vance and I on the couch and my head which was tilted down to stare at my boots shot up.

“Last night –” I started.

“They’re instructed to turn off the internal cameras when I’m with you,” Vance told me.

“What if they don’t?” I asked.

“They do.”

“What if they don’t?”

“They f**kin’ do. Jesus, Jules, that isn’t the point.”

“What is the point?”

He moved quick and got in my space.

I was really going to have to learn to be prepared for how quickly he moved.

He stared down at me, eyes still angry. “The point is, you stood me up and you hung up on me. That’s what we’re talkin’ about.”

“No, now we’re talking about you and your boys keeping tabs on me.”

“We’re protecting you.”

“I want them taken out, the cameras, the bugs, the tracking devices, all of it,” I demanded.

“That isn’t gonna happen.”

“I’ll take them out myself,” I told him.

“You wouldn’t find them.”

He was probably right.