Ruthless Kings - Laura Lee Page 0,38
the floor directly across from her, leaning against the shower’s glass door.
“Are you sure it’s a camera? Someone’s definitely watching me?”
“I’m positive, Jazz, but who the fuck knows how long it’s been there? Maybe it’s not even recording, but maybe someone’s been watching you the entire time you’ve lived here. I need to talk to John and see if we can trace the feed somehow.”
“If that’s been there the entire time...that means someone has seen me naked many times. They’ve seen me...” Jazz closes her eyes briefly. “God, I feel so violated.”
I remain silent, giving her time to process everything.
“I’m going to be sick.” Suddenly, she darts across the room just in time to make it to the toilet.
I gather her long hair into my hands as she loses her breakfast to the porcelain gods. Fuck, after everything Jazz has been through lately, I’m surprised it took her this long to break down. It just goes to show you how strong she is.
When she has nothing left, I wet the corner of a hand towel and pass it to her. Jazz wipes her face and makes her way to the sink to rinse her mouth and brush her teeth.
Jazz takes a few deep breaths before sitting in front of the vanity again. She doesn't look green anymore, but she's fidgeting like crazy.
Her chocolate eyes widen. “Do you think my sperm donor had it installed? Do you think he’s been watching me to see if I know anything?”
“We already know his moral code is lacking. Charles Callahan would have no qualms about invading your privacy if he had reason to believe you knew something that could incriminate him.”
Jazz props her elbows on her knees and hangs her head in her hands. “What am I supposed to do? I’m so fucking creeped out right now.”
“You could stay with me,” I suggest.
She raises her head. “But if I did that, I wouldn’t be able to keep my eye on them to see if they do or say anything suspicious.”
"Jazz, you don't need to be the martyr. You shouldn't risk your safety or put yourself in a situation that makes you so uncomfortable. There are other ways to get information."
She shakes her head. “I need to know what happened with my mom, Kingston. I need to know who’s responsible for what happened in that forest. If that means I need to place myself in a precarious situation for a while, that’s what needs to happen.”
“I disagree.”
Jazz straightens her spine and lifts her chin. “Well, that’s not for you to decide, is it?”
I bite the inside of my cheek. "Jazz, don't be stupid. If Charles suspects you might be a threat, he's more of a danger than I originally thought. Stay with me, and we'll figure it out from there."
She shoots laser beams at me with her eyes. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
Jesus fuck, she’s exasperating.
"If you're worried about my dad, you don't need to be. The pool house's security system is completely independent of the main house. On the rare occasion he is home, you'll still be safe as long as you're with me."
She holds her hand up. "Stop talking. I've made up my mind, and I'm staying. Obviously, I'll need to make sure I get dressed in the bathroom or closet from now on, but otherwise, if someone wants to watch me sleep or do homework, let 'em. Now that I know the camera’s there, I’ll be careful.”
“That may not be the only camera,” I point out. “There may be others across the house.”
Shit, why didn’t I think of that before? If someone saw us loitering outside Charles’s office, we’re fucked.
Jazz stands and straightens the hem of her shirt. "Then, let's take a walk and scan the rest of the house."
I stand up and shut the water off. “Nothing I say will change your mind, will it?”
“Nope.” She pops the P at the end, pure sass chasing the word.
Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me.
“So fucking stubborn.” I comb my hands through my hair and tug on the ends. “You drive me crazy sometimes.”
“Feeling’s mutual, babe.” She pats my cheek condescendingly. “Now, are we going to take a walk, or what?”
I narrow my eyes. “Fine. Lead the way.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JAZZ
Kingston reluctantly left after completing a scan of most of the house and back yard. The good news is we didn’t find any additional surveillance devices. The bad news is that I can’t deny someone is watching me and only