It was just, for the first time in my life, as luck would have it, doing something not easy led to a reward.
A really good one.
And that led to another reward.
Sleeping next to Nick Sebring.
So for the first time in my life, it was worth it to do something not easy.
It made me feel almost happy.
Except for the part that I feared down deep in my bones that it would end for both of us in misery.
Chapter Nineteen
Clean Up on Aisle Five
Nick
8:03 – That Next Monday Morning
Nick barely got to his desk in his office before his man Curt was at the door.
“A minute?” Curt requested.
Nick caught the look on his face and lifted his chin.
He didn’t take his seat behind his desk while Curt moved in and closed the door.
He walked to Nick’s desk and stood opposite it.
“Georgia Shade ordered a sweep of their offices this weekend,” he reported.
The itch that was beginning to creep up Nick’s neck stopped.
“Standard practice for them, Curt, you know that,” he replied. “Bugs are good. They’ve been in place without detection for years now.”
Curt’s voice dipped. “Different kind of sweep, Nick. Whoever did it located all of them like he was goin’ right to them. We got nothin’ from that warehouse since noon yesterday.”
That itch crept back.
“Like he was goin’ right to them?” Nick asked.
“Took him an hour to sweep our shit clean,” Curt told him.
“Anything heard before that?” Nick asked.
“Georgia giving the order. She didn’t say a name. We got no clue if the guy who pulled them is on the Shade crew or if he’s freelance. But he didn’t fuck around.”
Nick and his man held each other’s eyes.
This was not good.
It meant a leak.
There was no leak in Nick’s crew but shit happened. New allegiances were bought or coerced. He’d have to expend the effort to make certain that was true.
Knight’s crew was tight. No way in fuck any of Knight’s men would share what Nick had told his brother. But it wouldn’t get that far. There was no reason for Knight to share that information with any of his crew, and until there was, he just wouldn’t do it.